Icarus and the Bird with Clipped Wings
50.

'and Shinya's still set on becoming a fire-fighter. He even wants a fire truck for his birthday.'

The twins were stiff again, he noticed. And it was a gamble on Takuya's part because he knew why. It had taken a while to figure out because he'd gotten so few hints, but he pierced it together eventually enough. And all of them were aware that this was a wall they needed to knock down.

Kouichi's hands were newly operated on and re-casted, and maybe that would be the last operation and he'd be able to go home once he he could move them enough.

And now that he was kind of managing his walking (made harder by the fact that he couldn't cruise with his hands how they were, and had to be supported until he could manage on his own) and he was supposed to start using his hands soon, he was slowing down again. Looking flat. Engaging less. Not eating enough again and the feeding tube stayed stubbornly in, capped at the end when it wasn't in use.

Kouji tiptoed around that.

Takuya was kind of tiptoing too, he supposed, but he couldn't help it. Kouichi looked rather pitiable like that, swathered in white for... how long had it even been? Two months, at least, he thought. And they'd been in the hospital in a whole different city before that too. That really sucked. But still...

Kouichi was doing better with questions, especially innocent questions.

This question wasn't an innocent question. 'What about you guys? What do you want to do when you grow up?'