It's the third time you've caught him travelling the TV world by himself. This time, you thought ahead and brought bandages with you.
You're wiping the blood off a cut on his arm when he speaks. "Aren't you ever going to ask me why?" You shake your head. You already know. Saki.
He chuckles. "I really don't deserve this."
He suddenly turns away, tears clinging to his eyelashes. You say nothing.
"This fog's sure misting my glasses up. Let's go."
It's selfish, but you take his hand as you walk back because, like always, you know he won't let go.
I really wanted to write a 100 word drabble. Exactly 100 words. Fab.