"Sorry, pal, but I'd rather not see you in one of those hospital miniskirts if it's all the same to you," Duo muttered back to Yohji. "Cross-dressers just don't do it for me, you know?"

Duo wasn't quite sure he'd ever been happier to see one of these impersonal prison 'hospital' rooms before. He was about ready to collapse and just not move for a little while, but he hovered near the door, waiting to see which bed Omi would take. It didn't really matter to him, but it was Omi's room, and Duo figured the other boy looked a little worse off right now than he did.

As soon as he picked, though, Duo was dropping into the other like a sack of bricks. He could apologize in the morning for bloodying up his roommate's sheets.