38.9: A time you made someone cry
just_muse_me 38.9: Write about a time you made someone cry
Sort of a companion to this.
“I never did ask. What did you want to be when you were a kid?” Daisuke is stretched out on the couch, a fuzzy green blanket wrapped around him. After finishing the take away Senri found a spot on the ground, near Daisuke’s head. Though at the question the designer snorts.
“A girl.” He smirks, shaking his head. The living room is dark and they’re supposed to be watching a cheesy comedy. Senri has already spent the better part of the evening fussing over the sick man: checking his temperature, keeping him hydrated, stuffing food down his throat, making him rest on the couch… Daisuke will get better under his care. OR ELSE.
“Eeeh? Really?”
“Yep.” Senri grins at his reaction, amused. Honestly, it’s like Daisuke has never interacted with him before. “I was pretty convinced that it would solve all my problems.” A wistful sigh. Fingers brush across the back of his head, running through his hair. Senri breaks off in a grin and turns so they’re facing each other. “Ah well. I’d be such a bitch.” Daisuke attempts to laugh but abruptly breaks off into a coughing fit. They spend the next several minutes trying to get him to sit up and calm down enough to breathe.
“Sorry.” When everything settles they return to their posts: Senri hovering just at the edge of the couch while Daisuke sinks back against his pillow, sapped.
“Idiot. Don’t apologize.” Senri gently brushes aside Daisuke’s hair, checking the man’s temperature. A nearby glass of orange juice is passed over. “Here, drink.” But Daisuke shakes his head, waving it away. There’s a bit of a power struggle as Senri insists and after a few moments Daisuke is left with no choice but to give in; there’s no winning when the stubborn designer sets his mind to something. “You have to keep drinking if you want to get better. Hydration is important.” He chastises, stroking Daisuke’s cheek with the back of his fingers.
“It’s just a little cold. I’m fine. Besides, I have to get up and use the toilet every five minutes because of this. My kidneys can’t keep up.” Daisuke grouses, shifting down on the couch so his head is on the pillow.
“Your kidneys are thanking me. At least one part of you is.” Senri pouts, poking Daisuke’s cheek. “So ungrateful.” The fingers are snatched up and transferred to his forehead once more.
“I’m sorry. I’m very grateful. More than you could know.” Brown eyes lock on Senri’s and Daisuke offers him a soft smile while knuckles bump the designer’s shoulder affectionately. “But I was serious when I said that you didn’t have to be here. I don’t want you to catch it.”
“Don’t be a pain -- I’m here because I want to be. No one should be alone when they’re sick.” Senri is preoccupied with rearranging Daisuke’s hair; he misses the sad, stunned look that crosses the man’s face.
“It’s not your job to take care of me. You don’t have to do this.”
“Of course it isn’t! The pay is horrible.” Senri giggles, teasing. “But it’s not up for discussion. I’m here because I want to be. Just hush and behave; let me take care of you and you’ll get better much faster. You still owe me ice cream from the horrible beating I received and I can’t cash in on it until-Hey! Hey, what’s wrong?!”
Daisuke is wiping tears off his cheek as Senri flutters over him, panicking.
“If you didn’t have a giant ugly cut on your lip, I’d probably kiss you.”
“You’re such a bastard…” Senri whispers, passing over tissues while still in Mother Hen mode.
Daisuke just laughs, doing his best to breath around the congestion as he cries.
Sort of a companion to this.
“I never did ask. What did you want to be when you were a kid?” Daisuke is stretched out on the couch, a fuzzy green blanket wrapped around him. After finishing the take away Senri found a spot on the ground, near Daisuke’s head. Though at the question the designer snorts.
“A girl.” He smirks, shaking his head. The living room is dark and they’re supposed to be watching a cheesy comedy. Senri has already spent the better part of the evening fussing over the sick man: checking his temperature, keeping him hydrated, stuffing food down his throat, making him rest on the couch… Daisuke will get better under his care. OR ELSE.
“Eeeh? Really?”
“Yep.” Senri grins at his reaction, amused. Honestly, it’s like Daisuke has never interacted with him before. “I was pretty convinced that it would solve all my problems.” A wistful sigh. Fingers brush across the back of his head, running through his hair. Senri breaks off in a grin and turns so they’re facing each other. “Ah well. I’d be such a bitch.” Daisuke attempts to laugh but abruptly breaks off into a coughing fit. They spend the next several minutes trying to get him to sit up and calm down enough to breathe.
“Sorry.” When everything settles they return to their posts: Senri hovering just at the edge of the couch while Daisuke sinks back against his pillow, sapped.
“Idiot. Don’t apologize.” Senri gently brushes aside Daisuke’s hair, checking the man’s temperature. A nearby glass of orange juice is passed over. “Here, drink.” But Daisuke shakes his head, waving it away. There’s a bit of a power struggle as Senri insists and after a few moments Daisuke is left with no choice but to give in; there’s no winning when the stubborn designer sets his mind to something. “You have to keep drinking if you want to get better. Hydration is important.” He chastises, stroking Daisuke’s cheek with the back of his fingers.
“It’s just a little cold. I’m fine. Besides, I have to get up and use the toilet every five minutes because of this. My kidneys can’t keep up.” Daisuke grouses, shifting down on the couch so his head is on the pillow.
“Your kidneys are thanking me. At least one part of you is.” Senri pouts, poking Daisuke’s cheek. “So ungrateful.” The fingers are snatched up and transferred to his forehead once more.
“I’m sorry. I’m very grateful. More than you could know.” Brown eyes lock on Senri’s and Daisuke offers him a soft smile while knuckles bump the designer’s shoulder affectionately. “But I was serious when I said that you didn’t have to be here. I don’t want you to catch it.”
“Don’t be a pain -- I’m here because I want to be. No one should be alone when they’re sick.” Senri is preoccupied with rearranging Daisuke’s hair; he misses the sad, stunned look that crosses the man’s face.
“It’s not your job to take care of me. You don’t have to do this.”
“Of course it isn’t! The pay is horrible.” Senri giggles, teasing. “But it’s not up for discussion. I’m here because I want to be. Just hush and behave; let me take care of you and you’ll get better much faster. You still owe me ice cream from the horrible beating I received and I can’t cash in on it until-Hey! Hey, what’s wrong?!”
Daisuke is wiping tears off his cheek as Senri flutters over him, panicking.
“If you didn’t have a giant ugly cut on your lip, I’d probably kiss you.”
“You’re such a bastard…” Senri whispers, passing over tissues while still in Mother Hen mode.
Daisuke just laughs, doing his best to breath around the congestion as he cries.