continued with @mediclzen from here.
the silent buzz of his phone is something that makes downy ears perk subtly, his attention is brought to the dim light it gives even when his office, finally silent enough to let his brain ring with too many human interaction, too many incompetent people that grace his door, too many patients that were stupid and had problems that could have been avoided if they had some sort of common sense Nehan is very, very sure as time goes on, people have absolutely started to lose and it’s something in the air that polluting their brains scrapping any ability to think rationally.
But enough rubbing the bridge of his nose or feeling years off his life being peeled away layer by layer because of people on a daily basis - picking his phone which feels for no reason at all too heavy at his palm, squint his working eye at the flash of the screen’s brightness being too much for seconds before settling into seeing the message of the very few ones that he’s allowed to share information and.
Right… The cavalry is here. The saving grace away from this circus of bad decisions and terrible management (or so he sometimes complains when most decisions in the end fall on his hands because it always seemed everyone else had no brains in terms of how to organize at all.)
It has been enough time Nehan allows himself to think… he likes this young man’a attention. Even if at first he was definitely the most idiotic, foolish individual he’s ever had the displeasure to know - to think someone would fall for him, as soon as the once injured Seox… Xing awakened at the bed of the hospital in Nehan’s care and that being the very start of the most ridiculous play of hide and seek - which was more seeking than hiding because he absolutely did not his himself from Seox’s awful excuses whenever the young man would come back with supposed minor injuries, balant lies just to see again the Doctor that brought him back to the living world… an exaggeration of cource but even now Nehan, in what little time he gives to think for himself and his life that little had going on, now he looks back and wonders just…
Sigh
His chair creaks as he braces himself to stand,his back would scare a chiropractor's soul if they ever heard the sounds it could make by the mere action of stret his better hand flag against a very organized-disorganized desk with an array of signed papers and charts. Those already checked while those he will leave for the day so he can later grab his cane, secure the clasps around his arm and commence closing his shift. — never graceful about it beyond just clocking out, getting a few looks from the nurses and receptionists Nehan barely says anything to beyond a look, a nod of his head and off he is, the click of his cane and graceful steps breaking the otherwise sterile silence that mostly echoed with a few of chatter from other people in the distance.
When he's at the waiting room, his tired eye scans for the familiar tuff of silver hair and ears so similar to his own but pointier (and sometimes they get mistaken as relatives despise Nehan only ever had a sister, and beyond that, he's never know about his family in reality and neither he cares to dig into that can of worms.) Has it been what... 10 minutes? 15ish? ever since he got that message and the walk towards his... boyfriend? (and Nehan makes a face when thinking of it like that, it sounded way too childish and yet, it kind of is the status of what they are to one another after Seox's persistent stubbornness into getting to know him and discover they both shared so much in common despise they vastly different views of life.) Nonetheless, he makes his way, white coat still on but hanging from just one shoulder while the other pooled lower without much of an ounce of care in his soul, his ID tucked away into one of the large pockets of the coat, various of his pens clicking a bit whenever he'd take steps - partially interested what game now Seox had been consumed in that his eyes appear... hilariously unblinking and terribly focused, even if those sensitive ears definitely had caught the man he's waiting for.
'' Xing. '' He never has called the other by his given tittle, not when it isn't needed - and there wasn't anyone around beyond a few sleeping elderly people also at the waiting room, chances of anyone else listening to the two near zero. '' Lets go. '' His voice is low, tired, gruff - but it holds no animosity that once had been there in the past. With time and their relationship blossoming, Nehan himself having started to mellow down and actually hold his tongue, rephrase and actually try and not hurt someone's feelings.
... perhaps, indeed, it was not exactly ideal to fall in love with the doctor treating you after a
near-fatal motorcycle crash when you were trying to tail a suspect as an undercover private investigator.
perhaps it was even more foolish to find appeal in every second he looked down at you like you were
a complete and total idiot for going at the speed you were in the first place, even though it... technically...
wasn't even your fault.
maybe it makes him even more foolish to like how he's sour. to have kept liking that he's sour.
to still like that he's sour.
he always found Nehan akin to tangy candy. the other coating is nearly too much to bear for most, but when
you chew a little more? there's sweetness there. the longer you hold it in your mouth, the sweeter it gets.
there were chances he'd gotten to see in his visits where Nehan had been treating child patients before
him. those times, his eyes were softer. his tone was softer, too.
those moments, although it's embarrassing to admit, he was envious.
he wondered, time and time again, what he'd have to do to make him look at him that same way.
so he tried thinking a little harder. giving a little more. not being so ridiculous and speaking in the way
he knew how to much better; actions.
from gifted coffee to shave off the hassle, to offered help outside of the hospital setting, to care packages
of food so Nehan didn't have to bother himself with further interaction than needed just for some sustenance.
it's thanks to those things that Seox now can see that sweetness for himself in full technicolor.
no, first to see it — now to have it.
to see it was in Nehan actually beginning to regard him with a thanks. it was for Nehan to begin entertaining
his perhaps (in other people's eyes, and maybe even Nehan's too at that point) moronic requests for time outside
of this sterile prison, as he's so often called it on nights like these.
to have it is to be able to say that Nehan now lives with him. to be able to say that they share the same bed,
the same food, that Nehan even sometimes steals his clothes when he's cold, and to say that they relax
on the same couch in the same living room.
to have it is to be able to stand from this stiff waiting room seat after putting his phone away to join
him at his side, and to be able to diligently slide his coat off from the arm it's nearly dangling from and
hang it over his forearm.
to have it is then to be able to place his hand gently on the small of his back without being hissed at for it,
and being able to walk side by side with him out of those double sliding doors just like that.
`` I brought something for you. ``
it's something that hasn't changed, and probably will never at this point —
unlike how Seox talks to Nehan when he's as mentally tried as he is these nights;
from normal volume, he speaks lower now, more attentive to how there may or may not be a headache
creeping up on him after the level of annoyance he must have taken.
he doesn't expect Nehan to respond with anything but a grunt, if even that. he just states it, settling to let
Nehan discover it when they get to the car.
of which, when they reach, he goes the extra mile to open the door for him, too.
... where his drink and small parcel of a snack lies in wait for him in the middle console.
`` The hazelnut drink you like. I figured it would help a little. ``
a small rub up and down the path of his spine after the reveal — an ` i love you ` without words —a
nd he leaves his side to get in on the driver's side.
no more motorcycles, as Nehan had told him when he was on bedrest.
and now that they live together, he really can't.
