Duo shook himself free of the stillness, and let out a sarcastic snort. "Bullshit, Yuy. You might try and pull the 'tough soldier' crap, but I've had broken bones like that before and I know perfectly well that it hurts like hell!" Again, he had to avert his eyes from Heero's intense stare, but this time confusion joined self-recrimination in his mind. Was Heero trying to... make him feel better?
Unexpectedly, Heero shook his head fiercely. "No, I... that wasn't what I meant."
The American blinked in puzzlement, and looked back at him. "Then what..."
Once again, Heero raised a hand to touch the splint at his shoulder. "I mean... this... didn't hurt."
::What's he babbling about?:: Duo wondered. ::I was trying to be careful, but it still had to...::
"Not like... not like... not as much as it should have," Heero finished, obviously struggling with the concept.
Duo stared at Heero, trying to work out in his mind what the other boy meant. ::He's always been the one to fix his own injuries before. He isn't used to having other people help him.:: "Well, yeah..." Duo said slowly. "Y'know, there's a reason people go to places like hospitals... it's usually better to have other people patch you up than to try and do it yourself."
Heero studied him for a moment, then nodded decisively, as though absorbing mission parameters. He stood, and crossed back over to the chair, pulling his laptop open once more. Duo stared at his back, at the damaged shoulder, and couldn't think of a single thing to say.
"Duo?"
A voice broke the stillness, so soft Duo hardly even recognized it. He blinked and refocused on Heero, turning his head to look at Deathscythe's pilot over his shoulder. "Yeah Heero?" he asked dazedly.
Re: Break
Date: 2006-02-21 10:18 am (UTC)Duo shook himself free of the stillness, and let out a sarcastic snort. "Bullshit, Yuy. You might try and pull the 'tough soldier' crap, but I've had broken bones like that before and I know perfectly well that it hurts like hell!" Again, he had to avert his eyes from Heero's intense stare, but this time confusion joined self-recrimination in his mind. Was Heero trying to... make him feel better?
Unexpectedly, Heero shook his head fiercely. "No, I... that wasn't what I meant."
The American blinked in puzzlement, and looked back at him. "Then what..."
Once again, Heero raised a hand to touch the splint at his shoulder. "I mean... this... didn't hurt."
::What's he babbling about?:: Duo wondered. ::I was trying to be careful, but it still had to...::
"Not like... not like... not as much as it should have," Heero finished, obviously struggling with the concept.
Duo stared at Heero, trying to work out in his mind what the other boy meant. ::He's always been the one to fix his own injuries before. He isn't used to having other people help him.:: "Well, yeah..." Duo said slowly. "Y'know, there's a reason people go to places like hospitals... it's usually better to have other people patch you up than to try and do it yourself."
Heero studied him for a moment, then nodded decisively, as though absorbing mission parameters. He stood, and crossed back over to the chair, pulling his laptop open once more. Duo stared at his back, at the damaged shoulder, and couldn't think of a single thing to say.
"Duo?"
A voice broke the stillness, so soft Duo hardly even recognized it. He blinked and refocused on Heero, turning his head to look at Deathscythe's pilot over his shoulder. "Yeah Heero?" he asked dazedly.
"...Thank you."