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[ he's not sure how, but he's absolutely certain that it's one of those mornings where waking up would be a Bad Idea. even when he's only half-awake, he can feel the dull throb in his head, signaling the presence of a progressively worsening migraine. presses a hand to his forehead gingerly as he peeks open one eye. shuts it immediately when the light amplifies the headache even further. somehow manages to roll over onto his side with a soft groan, expression twisting into one of pain as he patterns out his breathing.

several minutes later, reattempts at opening his eyes. is successful this time, leaving him to blink owlishly at the blurry image of the (foreign-but-not) room laid out before him. jerks bodily when he realizes that this is not his room, but tony's. doesn't quite get to the point of throwing himself off the bed, however, hindered quite successfully by the pounding headache. feels slightly better upon realizing that tony's strangely absent, filling him with a sense of hope that he can get away unscathed. as such, he stubbornly pushes down the memories as he wraps his arms around his head, concentrating on breathing & recovering so that he can escape as soon as possible. ]

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[ blinks at the question in baffled silence. looks up at the ceiling, mumbling some small ums and uhs as he glances around the shop. gets increasingly more unsure after about a minute of thinking, quite flustered by the time he looks back at anthony. ]

I-- I don't k-know... I'm sorry-!

[ blinks. ]

Uh. It's okay, boss. You can like. . . both?

[ starts to calm down at that, a small smile on his lips once more. nods a bit after he scrubs at his eyes a little. ]

I like both, then.

[ glances back and forth between anthony and oliver, tilting his head a little. tugs on anthony's sleeve when it seems like the conversation is over with, holding up his phone to him. ]

「 I'm thirsty. 」

[ reads the words quickly & nods. ]

Okay. Do you want water or juice?

「 Juice, please. 」

[ nods again & turns to oliver. ]

Do you mind if we go upstairs for a sec?

[ shakes his head a little, standing up straight again. ]

I don't mind. Take your time.

[ takes one of hiro's hands & gives the boy a small tug toward the stairs. ]

Let's go.

[ grips back at anthony's hand, waddling beside him as they make it up the stairs. looks over his shoulder, quickly giving oliver a small wave before he can't see him any longer. ]

[ when they arrive at the small kitchen-slash-tiny living room situated above the main store, he dislodges himself gently to shuffle on over to the fridge. notes the selections & pulls out the carton of orange juice & nesquik chocolate milk pack. presents them both to hiro in a 'which one?' sort of fashion. ]

[ looks between them, pointing to the orange juice when he finally decides. ]

[ hands over hiro's choice to the younger boy & puts the chocolate milk back in the fridge. ]

Did my dad tell you when he's picking you up?

[ fumbles with the little straw packet attached to the side, poking it into the carton before taking a long sip of it. and then: ]

「 I don't know. 」

. . . Oh.

[ pause. ] You're not bored here?

[ shakes his head, taking another long sip of his drink in silence. ]

[ reaches over to pet at his hair gently. ]

Well. As long as you're okay.

[ nods a few times, scooting closer so that he can put the side of his head on anthony's chest while still sipping away at his orange juice contently. ]

[ runs his hand through the strands a few more times. ]

Want ice cream before we go home?

「 Yes please. 」

[ & then he pockets his phone so that he can wrap an arm around anthony's middle, burying his nose into him softly. ]

[ initially, his response consisted only of a blink of confusion when he receives that hug, even when his arms wrap around hiro in instinct. the smile deepens, however, once his thoughts catch up to him. tightens the hold on the younger boy as he bends considerably to rub his nose into hiro's hair in a returning gesture. ]

Thanks.

[ keeps himself like that for a while longer, enjoying both the contact and the comfort it brings. pushes his head upward when he feels like it's okay to, releasing the arm from around anthony so that he can use that hand to type: ]

「 You're okay now? 」

[ jerks a little in surprise, straightening to stare down at hiro in silence. draws a quiet breath inward before answering. ]

. . . Yeah. I'm okay now. [ short pause. ] At least, I'm feeling better.

[ takes his hand with a few fingers, tugging on the limb gently. ]

「 Does onii-chan want to talk about it? 」 [ pauses to add on: ] 「 I'm a good listener. 」

[ expression drops a little bit when he finds himself remembering again, but he manages to shake himself out of it while pulling himself out of hiro's grasp slowly. then bends down to his knees again to be at hiro's height while curling his fingers around the younger boy's own. stares at him for a moment & almost shakes his head in a dismissive manner before he stops. thinks. then decides to condense the ~~drama~~ mess into a few sentences instead while keeping his expression as neutral as possible: ]

I hurt someone I like. And when I told this person that I liked them, they. . . they left. They're in France right now.