Stupid No. 4

Pairing: Hanna/...
Prompt: "The five times Hanna did something stupid and Zombie had to take care of him afterward, and the one time Zombie did something stupid and Hanna had to take care of him."

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Also ugh, this chapter is so damn sappy and angsty. Sorry about that.

Hanna sits quiet and still on the kitchen counter (which, in and of itself, is worrying, since he's only quiet when he's a) very ill or b) thinking very, very hard) while Niels takes care of today's injuries.

A hundred little red, sore lumps mark the smaller man's body, each one needing to be wiped down with alcohol and inspected at Theodore's insistence. He'd expected unicorn bites, scrapes with vampires, bruises from ghouls – but a wasp's nest? He wasn't even sure how Hanna had managed to find the wretched thing. Apparently the insects didn't think much of it either; Hanna had run up to him in the park looking particularly miserable and a bit like he'd caught a bad case of chicken-pox. He curses himself a little for letting Hanna out of his sight (even if it was to go and buy him ice cream).

There's a hiss of pain as he wipes disinfectant over a particularly nasty sting, and he looks up apologetically at Hanna's scrunched up face, placing a little kiss next to the red skin. The small man smiles weakly at him, and so it continues in heavy silence.

Half an hour later (40 stings down, who knows how many more to go) and Gabriel is wondering whether he should say something to break the quiet – but then, suddenly, Hanna sighs deeply.

"I bet you were super cool when you were alive," he says with a small, sad smile.

Otto gives him a smile back, raising his eyebrows just a fraction. "What makes you say that?" he asks, if only for the sake of keeping Hanna talking.

The red-head shrugs. "You're super cool now," he replies, feigning nonchalance. Ludwig stops with the sting on Hanna's left wrist and looks up at him expectantly – Hanna isn't fooling anyone here – waiting for him to continue with what's really on his mind. The living man's expression falters, and he looks down at his lap guiltily. "I don't know…it's just, like…I can't imagine anyone as awesome as you being friends with…well, someone like me if they were still alive."

"Sorry," Nathan whispers, looking a little dismayed.

"No, no, I don't mean it like that!" Hanna says frantically, waving his arms around to match (and nearly spilling the disinfectant in the process). "You're awesome as a zombie, seriously. But…but if you weren't dead, would you ever…ever have come to find me? Ever been friends with me?"

Ferdinand takes Hanna's hands into his own and kisses them. "I don't know," he says between kisses, "I don't remember any friends, or anything much at all" – Gustav pushes himself up to continue placing kisses about Hanna's face – "and I certainly don't remember ever feeling the way I feel for you."

Hanna smiles, leaning into Wolfgang's touches – but then Eugene pushes him back a little, cold hands on warm shoulders, to look Hanna in the eye. "Does it bother you?" he asks seriously.

The smaller man looks away, bites his lip a little, before turning and burying his face against Linus' neck (cold skin, he discovers, feels very nice indeed on wasp stings). "I-it's not important, really," he mumbles sheepishly. "I was just...you know."

"Just what?" Lester asks gently, holding Hanna tight.

"I was so alone, before you came," whispers Hanna. He flinches a little at the memory – the same way he always does when Michail tries to ask about his past. "Not just lonely, y'know – literally, all alone. Only Doc Worth and Mrs Blaney. That was it, for…for such a long time. If I'd died-"

"Don't," Jan groans into Hanna's hair, squeezing the smaller man ever closer. "Don't talk like that. I won't leave you," he says seriously, "you'll never be alone again. I promise."

Hanna breathes deeply, finding comfort in the dusty smell of Luther's dry, green skin. "I know," he sighs, and when Finn feels a smile against his neck, he knows Hanna will be okay.