Oh…

No outward change was shown, his reassuring smile still firmly in place, but inwardly Kyouya grimaced at the obvious reaction his patient displayed when he reached out his hand. 

It was not a good sign.

The extensive injuries littering the actor’s body was already a clear enough sign but the instinctive flinch certainly cemented his suspicions. The next step would be to do something about the problem although such a thing was easier said than done. His specialities lay in treating physical injuries, emotional and psychological trauma were another matter entirely and both were unavoidable in cases of abuse.

Nevertheless, now that he knew, he couldn’t just ignore the situation.

Choosing not to comment on the other’s actions so as not to embarrass him further, Kyouya took a seat next to the bed. He made sure not to sit too close so that Arashi wouldn’t feel unnecessarily pressured by the proximity but still close enough to gauge his emotions and converse with him privately. There was no need for an errant nurse wandering in by chance to hear what they were talking about.

Mindful that the injured man in front of him was feeling stressed. he kept his voice low and soothing as if he was talking to a wounded animal that was liable to try escape at the earliest opportunity.

“I’m glad to hear that you’re not in any pain at present but that’s likely to change when the medication you were given wears off…”

That was the easy part taken care more or less, other than the explanation of the treatment he had been given while unconscious and the follow up procedures but even that was simple compared to breaking the news to the actor that he couldn’t go home just yet.

Kyouya hadn’t missed how he had changed his mind about using the term ‘home’ at the last moment either…

Giving the other a sympathetic look, all the while bracing himself for the probable fallout to follow, he gave him the verdict.

“I’m afraid you won’t be able to leave for a while.”

I wanna see how many of you actually reblog this.

Of all things to ask him right at this moment, he hadn’t expected for Arashi to come out with that question all of the sudden. All he could do was stare at Arashi with a deadpan look on his face, the expression about his face seemingly asking ‘did you really ask that so bluntly?’ 

Well, it wasn’t as though he didn’t appreciate the forward nature Arashi displayed in moments like this. While it took him aback, he didn’t dislike it. 

         “What do you mean what happened?                  I’m sure you heard it.                          We fought.” 

Over you. 

Did you need him to spell it out for you? Was that what this was? 

         “Ponsol was simply fed up with me, is all.                   If I am unable to get over the past, let you go.                         At the very least he could treat you better than I.                                 You’d be happier.” 

Well, the last two weren’t exactly something that Ponsol had said during that altercation, but he was sure that the younger brother of his was thinking that. It wasn’t as though Shugarl could deny that either. If he thought about it realistically, Ponsol was likely the better match for Arashi and it was only a matter of time before he realized this.

You’d have to be more specific if you want other kinds of information out of him, such as why he was avoiding people. 

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Tired and emotionally dead, Shugarl’s facial expression didn’t show much to give anyone an idea of how he was feeling. Once Arashi slid off his lap, Shugarl directed his eyes down to his work, to avoid looking Arashi in the eyes. He was sure if he was to look at the model head on, the other would be able to see it in his eyes, how hurt he felt.

It wasn’t just a matter of being prideful, but he felt vulnerable in this weakened state, and giving anyone the power over him was not a welcomed thought.

        “I see, I’m sure he misses seeing you.”

Shugarl could not recall saying that it was an ultimatum of any kind that Arashi had to tell him about what he was feeling or thinking. All he asked was that he try and so do, that’s all that mattered.

Feeling too tired, he kept quiet, not bothering to offer any words to respond to the model. Just a simple nod of the head was going to let the model know that he understood. As if work was the only thing in the world that gave him a feeling of self-worth, he had gone back to studying the materials in front of him, effectively ignoring Arashi’s presence.

All the model was asked to do was to make sure that he was still alive, and he’d done just that. There was no longer a reason for the model to be here, regardless of what he said he came to do. Shugarl refused to eat anything (for food was wasted on him), and there was virtually no way that he was going to stop studying the materials in front of him when they were the only thing left that gave him any semblance of reason to his life.

Dramatic? Yes, he was so. Did Arashi want to talk more? Feel free to ask your questions, he didn’t particularly want to bring up things on his own. Yes, he was willing to speak moments prior, but with how unstable he was now, his willingness to speak to another person (when he’d holed himself in solitude up to this point) was substantially small.

        “Either ask a question yourself, or leave.”

That was the only thing he was willing to waste his breath in saying. Did that turn out sounding harsher than he intended for it to sound? Yes. After his words left him, he rested his forehead into the open part of his palm, heaving a heavy sigh. He really couldn’t let Arashi stick around him for much longer. The model was like a sunflower, and Shugarl was not the sun.