Author's Note: Blame my sister (Vegetarian Salad) for this. It doesn't really explain much, you can fill in the details; it's just a little bit of fluff. Oh and no suffix's…because I don't know what they call each other.
"Gaara! Gaara!"
Gaara blinked awake, wincing against the bright light and loud noise. Someone tried to pull his half closed eyelids open and gently slapped his face.
"Are you ok? Gaara!"
"W…what?"
"What did you do!"
"Shhh, please." The sand Nin tried to push the as yet anonymous him away and caught sight of a green jumpsuit behind the whirl of hands and the persistent, loud voice. "Lee …"
"Yes, Gaara, it's me. I'm here. Tell me how much you took." Lee was already pulling out a medic bag (like he knew how to use anything in it).
Gaara swiped the bag away and sat up. "2 pills before I went to sleep. What's wrong with you?"
Lee giggled nervously, and sat back on his heels, leaning against the coffee table. He looked at the empty bottle of pills on the table and then the broken door. "I…" Lee coughed opened his mouth, closed it again, and then spoke "You didn't answer."
"You didn't think I possibly could be, oh I don't know, sleeping?"
Lee folded his arms over his chest, trying to hide that he was shaking. "You've been…off, lately. I came over to check on you, just…to make sure. I saw the empty bottle and-"
"Didn't even bother to look at the date before you decided I hate my life so much I want to give up and die?" Gaara said in a chirpy tone, ignoring Lee's shining eyes.
"Pretty much," he admitted. Lee stood up on wobbly legs and collapsed onto the couch beside him. "Sorry. You haven't been yourself."
"I'm fine." When did you get so vigilant, Lee?
"Can you stop saying that please? It makes me nervous when you lie."
"Evidently," Gaara smirked.
"It's to do with the new mission, isn't it? Or is it to do with me?"
"It can't be both?"
"Is it both?" Lee watched Gaara's face go blank as he stared at the wall; his hand was trembling, his little finger brushing against his thigh. "Are you going to answer?"
"No."
"Gaara…"
"What do you want to hear?" Gaara snapped. "There is nothing you can do about either thing, or that I want you to do."
"I just want to understand what's going on in your head."
"I thought we weren't talking about it. I thought we didn't need to."
"I thought you tried to kill yourself. Misconceptions all around. Tell me what's wrong with you." Lee instructed, sounding a lot more confident than he felt.
"You'll make that face. That stupid "oh, that explains so much" face when in fact it doesn't explain anything, except why I'm able to analyze psychotic behavior and why you put up with me and why I'm an idiot for giving a damn about you and thinking you might actually be…something." Gaara trailed off.
"I might still be…something."
"No, nothing's changed for you. The stupid, screwed up friendship remains." Gaara said quietly. "It's ok, I can live with it."
"It's changed for you? We've kissed before, we've…done stuff. That never meant anything?"
"I let you touch me. That's different, that works differently." Gaara bowed his head and looked intently at the floor.
"Like this?" Lee caught Gaara's hand and moved it just a little onto his leg.
"Don't. Don't even. You can't just…sympathy is not a good reason to get into this. You can't heal all wounds."
"How about if I told you this is exactly what I wanted to do last night?" Lee was close, close enough to be whispering against Gaara's lips.
"That...would be suitable."
Gaara smiled into the kiss, and the earth didn't implode.