She laughs at his comment, ignoring the sharp pain that rushes through her chest as she does.
“I should hope so. I’d be devastated if I found out you were bread-cheating on me.”
Seeing his pout after her suggestion is way too cute. Hard to believe this is the same guy who commits first degree murder for a paycheck. Then again, she supposes he’d say the same of her.
Chouko lets him guide her to the couch, gripping his arm as she hobbles across the floor. It feels pathetic, but at least he isn’t treating her like some fragile thing about to break. It’s enough of a hit to her pride already, allowing him to see her like this. She’s about to summon a dumb joke or witty one liner when his question almost makes her topple over. ‘Are you okay Chouko?’
“I could ask the same of you. You don’t look like you’ve slept well in days…” She skilfully dodges the question, sitting down on the couch with a soft thump. She leans on him, head resting on his shoulder as she stares down at her lap.
Honesty was never his strong suit. Once again, he finds himself weakened as he hesitates upon his feelings. Does he tell her of near sleepless nights worried about his teammates, or should he bury the thoughts with excuses? It isn’t as if he hasn’t found himself awake against his will before.
“I asked you first!” Childish, but he’d rather avoid the question. Still, that very tiredness she questions catches up to him as he squints, stifling a perfectly timed yawn. “I sleep amazingly. I’m always an early sleeper, an early riser.”
His unsatisfactory response is enough for even a child to see through. Knowing this, he can only think of what she might say if he’d given a better response. Reprimand him? He was most certainly deserving of such. Laughing, he can only admit to her, “but... a hypocrite like you shouldn’t be one to judge. So aren’t we both in some shit now?”
Tired hands wander aimless till they come to her cheeks again, hands warm against her skin. “Came here cause I didn’t want to be alone like this.”
