"Izaya..." Shinra sighs. "Why won't you tell me? You're not shy, so it can't be from an enjoyed activity. Who-"
"No one!" He just wanted Shinra to shut up. To just leave him to himself as he always had just shut up already. "It's none of your business. Tell me what I owe already so I can leave." "Leave? Oh, no. You're under observation for the next few days." Shinra said, staring down at him with an insincere smile. Izaya laughed, stomach knotting up.
"What, you think you can keep me here? Let me guess, you'll have Celty hold me down with shadows?"
"She's actually not here right now. Aah, how I miss my angel! She's so beautiful, I can't stand not seeing her for two days! I'M COMING MY LOVE!" He yells dramatcially. He doesn't dash towards the door though, just stares calmly at Izaya. "Is what I would say if I didn't have to babysit you. We'll have so much fun, won't we, Orihara-kun?" Izaya sighs, rolling his eyes. Annoying. Everyone was annoying today.
"Look. You don't like me, you don't want me here, I don't want to be here, and-"
"What makes you think I don't like you?" Shinra asks, looking genuinely confused. Izaya just gives him a look.
"C'mon. You don't have to pretend." He sighs, running a shaky hand through his hair.
"I'm not? Why would you think that?"
"You," He starts, frowning. "Aren't you mad at me?" He's aware he sounds like a small child afraid of further disappointing their caretaker, but he can't help it. He's tired, sore, and not in the best mental state so who gives a damn honestly. Shinra pulls his hand away from his head when he starts tug a little too hard at his hair.
"No? If anything, I'm worried. You're not yourself lately, Izaya. My Celty thinks you're depressed! Which sounds silly, but my darling is usually right about these things. Aah, how I miss her~!" He grins, staring down at a numb Izaya. "Come now, why don't we go have some coffee, hmm? Please don't me restrain you." Izaya gets up, following Shinra silently. They're down the hall, Shinra humming quietly until he stops suddenly.
"Oh no!" Shinra gasps. It sounds fake, put upon shock not matching his calm expression. "Why I JUST forgot, I need to make a fresh pot! Well that will take some time. You stay here for a bit, 'kay?" Shinra winks at him, gives him a little push into Shizuo's room, and leaves to get coffee. Izaya bets he'll get some with a disgustingly sweet flavor just to screw with him. He sighs and leans gingerly against the doorframe, crossing his sore arms and letting his head rest back. He's lucky he hit the top of his head, closer to his forehead instead of the back of his skull. Lumps in the back were the worst, made it hard to sleep or be comfortable.
He steps into the room, shivering at the lack of carpet. The floor is cold marble, easy to clean but freezing if yoiu didn't have slippers on. He moves to Shizuo's bed side, and a glace at the emotion meter shows that whatever he's doing, he's sad right now.
"Me too." He says quietly, sighing and poking at Shizuo's cheek. "Cause I don't have a big dumb oaf trying to murder me. Pitiful me, ne?" He pulls away when Shizuo's head shifts slightly, cheek sliding to rest against Izaya's palm.
"Ugh, disgusting." He hisses, not so much at the contact but how that action would normally be considered affectionate, even if neither of them meant it. He doesn't wipe his hand on his clothes, but he wants to.
Shizuo doesn't move. He doesn't sit up and scream at Izaya, or throw anything, or make any threatening move. It's still unnerving to be in the same room with him, creepy like a sibling playing dead. That feeling that they're playing and read to jump up and scare you when you creep too close coupled with the underlying fear that they might be seriously hurt. Izaya usually loves to be afraid, loves the rush of danger when he knows he's agile enough and smart enough to usually get away.
And that's what makes it fun. That usually, that chance that he won't get away is so exhilarating he can't help but taunt danger and violence. Which is what Shizuo is, danger and violence. And lack of that excitement was terribly boring.
"You're such a pain, Shizu-chan."
"Izaya-kun! It's done, I got the seasonal pumpkin spice and caramel dream! Sounds good, right?" Shinra calls. Izaya sighs heavily, glaring in the direction of the doctor. He straightens up, glancing back over his shoulder at a sleeping Shizuo. His head is stil tilted, drooling a little against the pillow. His emotion meter reads he's still depressed,wherever his mind is telling him he is.
"Come back to me, monster." He says quietly. "I need to get proper revenge, ne?" He turns on his heal fast, and misses the way the meter for joy spikes a little at his words. He's off to go drink awful coffee with his stupid friend. Shinra isn't mad,apparently, and he shouldn't have to worry about the doctor prying into his injuries too much. Knowing this takes a weight off his shoulders that he didn't know was there and he feels like he can breathe.
Well, somewhat. He was still going to be trapped here for who knew how many days alone with Shinra and Shizuo. That makes anxiety, something he rarely feels, spike in his stomach. 'Joy.'