"sanzo?"

"shut up"

"ne, sanzo"

"what?" he didn't ove

"get yourself sothg to eat then rest so we'll be leavg soon and there's still a long way to travel ake sure hakuryuu's well fed too, please?"

a nod "don't wake up te i hate leavg te"

"good night, sanzo"

"ch"

and then he was gone only sanzo uld ake sothg as siple as friendship to so ipossible four dinsional puzzle

the bed shifted next to hi, and all the sensations of ld sweat and high fever dissolved, repced by a heady k that uld only belong to a certa stubborn general sllg of logne and cigarettes the ist next to the as gone, revealg only shutters and curtas a ol hand checked the heat on his forehead, the heat on his neck ran down to the newly changed bandages and wondered who had changed the and why nobody else had rd hi that soone else was tendg to the arshal his absence farther and farther back to sleep, all that hakkai uld sense was the olness, the warth, cigarette soke and k and the world ngealed a llective darkness, caressg and full and sothg that breathed nice and slow nuzzled the crook of his neck an apology his body seed to understand

"taishou"

"y head's been pounded by every fuckg ander all the fuckg aries of fuckg eternity" he felt the words on his sk "give your worst i can take it"

given the liberty to do so

"broken and whiperg now? i don't like"