As he suspected. While Okita was rather good at hiding when things were bothering him, Guy was honest. It was a good thing to be honest and Okita wished he could be that way, but there were times when it made things inconvenient; such as now. The moment an honest person was upset, they usually showed it in some manner - on their faces or in their body language. Okita found it rather endearing, actually.
But now was not the time to be thinking of such things. Guy was upset and he had little to no appetite. Seeing his roommate not eating was unusual and Okita scooted his chair back, setting his hands in his lap as he waited. When Guy did not speak, Okita moved to stand, but was stopped as he rose from his chair by Guy finally breaking the silence. He fell back into the chair lightly and then froze.
I don't know if you heard about the infections...
Of course he'd heard about them. He'd made sure to check the people in his care for them, especially when he'd heard what they did - the hunger, the rot, the horror of the realization that one might...become those things. But he'd made a mistake, he'd forgotten to check one person - someone very important. And as Guy lifted his shirt and Okita caught a glimpse of the bandages around his chest, he felt a chill dread run through him.
Guy was always there for him. He was always in the room, always safe, always waiting. He was a constant companion. They had gone through some rough times, each had broken arms and gotten hurt, but Guy had always shown up again. Rising from his seat, Okita moved over and grabbed Guy's arm gently, stopping him from pulling the shirt up any further. He didn't know how to deal with this, but he knew that if he saw anymore, he'd start thinking of his roommate - someone he was beginning to consider a friend - as the enemy. Pushing Guy's arm down a little, he tried to smile and shook his head. "...I understand." Okita could feel his smile fading slightly, but he didn't try to bring it back. "I understand, Guy-san. If there is anything I can do, let me know."
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But now was not the time to be thinking of such things. Guy was upset and he had little to no appetite. Seeing his roommate not eating was unusual and Okita scooted his chair back, setting his hands in his lap as he waited. When Guy did not speak, Okita moved to stand, but was stopped as he rose from his chair by Guy finally breaking the silence. He fell back into the chair lightly and then froze.
I don't know if you heard about the infections...
Of course he'd heard about them. He'd made sure to check the people in his care for them, especially when he'd heard what they did - the hunger, the rot, the horror of the realization that one might...become those things. But he'd made a mistake, he'd forgotten to check one person - someone very important. And as Guy lifted his shirt and Okita caught a glimpse of the bandages around his chest, he felt a chill dread run through him.
Guy was always there for him. He was always in the room, always safe, always waiting. He was a constant companion. They had gone through some rough times, each had broken arms and gotten hurt, but Guy had always shown up again. Rising from his seat, Okita moved over and grabbed Guy's arm gently, stopping him from pulling the shirt up any further. He didn't know how to deal with this, but he knew that if he saw anymore, he'd start thinking of his roommate - someone he was beginning to consider a friend - as the enemy. Pushing Guy's arm down a little, he tried to smile and shook his head. "...I understand." Okita could feel his smile fading slightly, but he didn't try to bring it back. "I understand, Guy-san. If there is anything I can do, let me know."