Welcome! Unfortunately, I do not own FAKE. That honor belongs to Sanami Matoh-sama. But I will shamelessly manipulate her characters for the time being.
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And yes, this is very short (even for this fic)- maybe I should have tacked it on to the last one. Oh well...
Proving Dee's theory, Ryo didn't get home until 4 am. He'd met up with Diana shortly after leaving Dee and they tracked a possible new lead all night. At 3:30 she'd had to call it a night and suggested he do the same. They'd gotten some pretty good work done, and they could pick up at the precinct in a few hours.
He stripped out of his shirt as he crossed the dark apartment and slipped out of his shoes at the bedroom door, but had no other thought but to crawl into bed. The darkness engulfed him as he sank down into the warm blankets- warmer than usual, he though absentmindedly.
Some part of him wished Dee was here. Alone in the dark, he certainly had no qualms about being affectionate with his lover. He knew that wasn't entirely fair, but just to have the dark haired detective to snuggle up with for a few hours before he had to face another grueling day would have been nice...
Ryo threw out his arm, reaching for a pillow to wrap himself around, but connected with something more solid. He jerked away when he heard a moan and flipped the light switch.
"Hey, watch the brights, will ya'?" Dee sat up, running a hand through his tousled hair.
Ryo heaved a sigh of relief and dropped back into bed, not turning the light off. "Do you make a habit of sneaking into other people's beds when they aren't home?"
"Only when they bail on me at dinner, which I might point out, was your idea." Dee got up to turn off the light, but returned to his side of the bed and stayed there.
"I'm sorry, I really am," Ryo said to the dark shadow that was his partner.
"Yeah, I know. Forget about it." Dee rolled over and closed his eyes. "Good night."
Ryo was dumbfounded at this odd behavior. Dee had just broken his own record of not taking advantage of the dark to try getting into Ryo within the first 30 seconds. But now all the oblivious detective could make out in the dark was his partner's back. He didn't like the sudden feeling of loneliness that invaded his side of the bed.
"Dee-"
"What?" He didn't turn around or even raise his head to answer.
"G-good night." Ryo curled up against his pillow and laid awake until the alarm went off two hours later. Dee didn't roll over all night.
Yes, now I feel bad, and Ryo feels bad, and Dee feels bad. We're good. Will things ever make sense? Eh, who knows.