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[curiousmalady]

*Komui sets his tray down at the table, waiting for Bak to bring his from the line. He sighs. Things have been tense lately, Leverrier being more pushy than usual, and it hasn't helped that the coughing has been getting worse or that there's been a strange pain all through his body lately. And when you see the love of your life every day and can't

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[kardial]

[For a good long minute, he contemplated sitting somewhere else. Contemplated alot of things... Even now it wasn't hard to think of how much easier things would be back at the Asia branch. How much easier everything would have been if he'd stayed there to begin with...

The months back home from the Dressing room had been crushing. Taking it lightly of course. The routine, the closed minds, the scrutinizing eyes everywhere. And the trouble with Komui... So heartbreaking to him it brought on a feeling of having swallowed glass, his insides slashed to ribbons figuratively. The fact this was all for his safety rubbing salt in his wounds. Making him want to cry. But a public breakdown would be the last thing he needed.

Finally he sits down. Picking at his food. He's fared better with his own sickness. But it hasn't done anything good for his apetite. The past few months he's grown thinner, the only real sign of sickness other than the exhaustion]

[curiousmalady]

*Looks at him, the fact that Bak now looks about as pale and thin as Komui making his heart wrench. It's all his fault. Every last bad thing that's happened to Bak in these past few months can be traced directly back to Komui. And now, on top of all that people are beginning to wonder about Bak's stay at Headquarters, the phrase, "Komui's babysitter" being scornfully whispered around. Which tears him apart. Reever has defended him, certainly, but he still feels as though the Black Order has turned against him, and he is dragging Bak down with him.*

...Bak ...how are you?

[kardial]

[He can't help hating that term. Hating everything in this God forsaken place. The order, it's methods and it's employees no longer a test of faith now, having already suceeded in breaking Bak's not too long ago. Nevertheless, he musters up a smile for the other man, even with the akward distance between them now just making him want to cry. And it shows]

I'm... good...

[curiousmalady]

*He smiles back. He hasn't told Bak about the pain. It's not so bad right now, but he can still feel it. Everywhere. But if Bak can smile, so can he.*

Good. ...Me too. *He coughs again, taking a sip of coffee, hoping it will warm him.*