Friends in High Places
58/M
He tug experimentally on the cuffs, a small frown pulling the corners of his lips down as he felt their very solid weight bite into the soft skin of his wrist, he wasn't concerned as of yet, at the prospect of being bound, but that could change quickly given the others motivation for binding him in the first place.
It had been a strange couple of days, smarter than average youkai attacking them at literally every turn in the road. Maybe that was the problem with his current mood. He'd felt as though they'd been herded into this small town, even to these very rooms, and to this most interesting development.
"Gojyo…I'll ask you again and this time, please don't play coy."
Hakkai took a deep breath and coughed, his lungs still stung from their trip through the mountains last week. Personally, he thought it was just a mild case of bronchitis, something that would pass quickly if he was allowed to rest in a decently warmed room for a few days, but the sudden fit caused Gojyo to leave his haughty airs and lofty position above Hakkai and crouch low beside him, a warm hand smoothing down his shirt after helping him to sit up straighter, the cuffs suddenly loose and clanking against the metal head bars.
"Hey, 'Kai, you okay man? Shit, I didn't…did I?"
Hakkai coughed experimentally, trying to gage the level of rattling mucus in his lungs before turning and smiling serenely at his mate, "No Gojyo, this has nothing to do with you."
A relieved look flashed across his blood-red eyes before Hakkai was suddenly smacked upside the head by a trembling hand. Green eyes wide as Gojyo wrapped his arms around his smaller chest and dragged him in closer against him.
Gojyo's breath was shaky as he admonished the healer, "Stupid. Don't scare me like that, okay? Leave that shit for the whiny princess and his pet monkey. You…you just don't, okay?"
Hakkai smiled softly and ran his fingers up and over Gojyo's hair. He wanted to say something to comfort the other, but in the end he just held him tightly and kissed his forehead. He hoped that conveyed enough. At this point he felt words were just inadequate letters strummed together to form feelings, so he abandoned them with the cuffs. They had enough feelings without the pesky words getting in the way.