Rorschach is annoyed with Nite Owl.

Nite Owl hit him.

Nite Owl isn't supposed to hit him.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

He can hear the strain in Nite Owls voice, and he wishes the ringing in his ears would stop. He tilts his head so that he can just see Nite Owl out of the corner of his eyes. He'd spent the whole day, and most of this night avoiding the other man, but he'd caught up. He always does.

And Rorschach finds himself wishing that he'd never gone to the brownstone.

He's surprised.

He slowly climbs to his feet, and he can almost hear Nite Owls resolve breaking in his shuddering breaths. "Don't understand." his voice is colder then usual.

"How can you not understand? You killed him! Why did you kill him?"

"Don't care."

"You don't care?" Nite Owl is screaming now.

"You."

"...I... Are you saying that I don't care?"

Rorschach placed his fedora on his head as he nodded slightly. He didn't understand Nite Owl. It was obvious that he hadn't cared for that other... Walter. He turned to leave, slipping his hands into his pockets as he began to walk away from the other man.

"What the hell are you talking about? I loved Walter!"

"Should tell him. Not me." Rorschach paused to look back over his shoulder, he knew he hadn't killed the weak Rorschach. He knew the other man was alive. He'd even seen him a few times since the incident.

Mostly tonight, he'd seen him at a restaurant. With a man that had looked so much like Daniel that he'd done a double take to make sure it wasn't the other man. After he realized that it was indeed Daniel, not this man standing at his back, but Daniel. The real Daniel. His Daniel. His friend. His partner.

Good partner.

He'd followed them until they went into a strange apartment building, it looked a bit pricey, so he'd assumed that Daniel was paying, but when he'd walked in to ask for Dreibergs room number, the man at the desk at been baffled. And called him Walter, asking if he hadn't just seen him go up to his penthouse?

Rorschach had left immediately.

Now though... Now he knew where his Daniel was. There was no need to stay around this strange man. No need to seek comfort in his familiarities. Now he could get Daniel.

And together they would find a way to get home.

He turned away as he began to walk away.

"But you killed him!" Nite Owls feeble attempts at getting him to stay and argue rolled off of him, as the rain often did.

iIt had been raining at Edward Blakes funeral.

Daniel hadn't noticed him./i

Rorschach leaves Nite Owl behind, to cry, and mourn the loss of a man who never died. And part of him thinks that this is good.

Good.

Good for Walter.

Rorschach if free for now.

Free to wander the city.

Free to punish the criminals.

Free to get Daniel back.

Daniel...