| [Jun. 13th, 2009|06:30 pm] |
"No fucking way," Genma agreed. "That's just for me and you. Like a date, no third wheels." He held still, listening to Raidou breathe and the soft chirp of monitors in a staccato harmony. There was a subtle change in Raidou's face, an easing of the lines around his mouth, maybe. A slight slackening of the tension in his throat.
"Rest up, Rai. I've got this watch." He'd said it a hundred times if he'd said it once. Or heard Raidou say it to him. There was a rhythm to it, a cadence. My watch, yours is over for now. I've got this one so you can get the next one. It was like breathing. Natural, calming. A ritual, like prayer. Lighting the joss sticks and clapping your hands...
Genma caught the inside of his lip between his teeth and flexed his fingers in Raidou's.
Like a prayer.
When the door opened and he heard two sets of footsteps, he looked up, lifting his head from the pillow. Raidou stirred, starting to mumble something, tensing under Genma's hand.
"S'okay, Rai," Genma said softly. "It's just the debriefer. He brought one of the nurses like you asked." He gave the nurse and Hiro an imploring look. "You think you can let him sleep? I'll do the debrief with you."
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