おかえり I'm home

[mystiklsushi]

Who: Kiku and Willem
When: late Sunday night
Where: Kiku's apartment
What: Willem is filled in on how Kiku's trip went

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[oranje_windmill]

He was dozing, somewhere between sleep and waking, when Kiku spoke. The sound, and the shifting in his arms, drew him to full wakefulness.

"Seems so," he replied, propping himself up on an elbow to look at his boyfriend. "How was the trip?"

He figures it'd be better if they got the question out of the way first, deal with whatever needs to be dealt with.

[mystiklsushi]

His expression took on a tired edge as he thought about everything that had hit him over the past few days.

"Not very good, between the typhoon and the funeral."

[oranje_windmill]

His breath caught sharply in his throat at the last word. He took Kiku's hand and squeezed.

"How are you doing?"

Which was the short version of all the questions in his head. How did Kiku feel? Had he managed to make up with his father before his death? Had the rest of his family made things worse while he was there?

[mystiklsushi]

"I'm..."

It would be easier to give facts than try to explain his confused feelings. He was too tired to properly analyze how he felt anyway.

"He was already gone before my plane landed. The typhoon had me delayed for a while too...trains weren't running from the main station. By the time I was able to get to my mother... I didn't even recognize him when they showed me his body. I barely recognized my mother. The first time in ten years..."