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His mismatched eyes looked over Ron's face. There was a slow nod in agreement.

"Mm--" A pause. "...Mm-hm..." And again, nodding, unsure what else to say. He was busy trying to sort out what all of this meant. He looked down at the plate of food that had been shoved off the side and almost tilted over, abandoned from their kissing. He glimpsed up at Ron.

"...Are..." Slowly, trying to come back to normalcy. "A...re you feeling... better?"

"A bit, yeah." Ronald murmured back as he reached over to straighten the plate. His body seemed alright. The fatigue had finally ebbed down and he was certain that if he tried, he'd be able to send himself home.

But something else ached right in his chest.

"Dunno what came over me then." he finally sighed, straightening up and looking at his hand that rested slack against his knee. "Can't seem to help myself when I'm with you."

He straightened up as well. There was a heavy flush on his face. "I...

"...It was my fault as well," He murmured. He fidgeted, playing with his slender fingers. "I--

"Your laundry..." He murmured. Any reason to excuse himself, and he was off, hurrying outside of the room.

Damn. Damn, he'd fucked up. He'd fucked up by kissing him the first time under that tree. Fucked up by kissing him again after that. Fucked up more by letting that happen. His hand instinctively clutched at his chest, as if the weight of that life was what made it heavy.

This realization had him slumped back against the pillows a moment. He was in too deep -- and the sad part was he liked it. His arm came over his eyes with a heavy sigh.

"S'not your fault." he called, letting out a breath and not quite caring if Watanuki could hear him. It needed to be said. Maybe he could lie here a moment more. Just a bit to think things over.

He was gone for another stint of time, before returning with Ron's clothing, neatly pressed and folded. He set them down on the bed, before glancing down to the ripped and soaking yukata off to the side. He let out a heavy sigh.

"I'll have to buy a new yukata and a phone for Jade," He stated, crossing his arms. Watanuki let out another sigh. "...And...

"...And I'll have to do what I can to not be as helpless," He added. "I...

"I will see if there is anyone who can help me."

Ronald had managed to nibble the rest of his way through the meal by the time Watanuki returned. He glanced at him with the smallest smile, sitting up as his clothes were set down. "Said I'd take care of his phone. Was my reason he'd used it in the first place." He replied, getting up and placing a hand on his shirt with a small frown.

"I'd teach you meself but whatever I can doesn't do any bleeding good with Jade's form." The reaper mused quietly. "There's poll a war god or summat out there that could though?"

A beat as he let out a breath. "...Though... wouldn't suppose you could... prolly help me get me shirt on at least?"

"I think I know someone who can help." There was a pause, but then Watanuki nodded his head.

"I'll help," He stated, before picking the shirt up and gently flicking it open with deft movements. The faint scent of lavender and vanilla rolled through the warm air the shirt produced. The young god moved over, lifting Ronald's arm, moving him into the shirt. "Stay still."

He pulled the shirt on him, straightening up the collar, laying it flat. He bent over, his yukata falling open, showing off the line of skin from his neck almost all the way to his stomach. His brows were furrowed as he worked the buttons, delicately, one at a time with practiced ease.

The reaper stayed still, glancing aside slightly. Part of him hated the fact he had to get someone else to do this for him but what could he do? But his gaze did guiltily flick over. He did have to admit, this god made for some pretty good eye candy.

"All this time and I still haven't gotten used to doing them up meself." He chuckled reaching for his pants. At least those, he could manage to pull on himself. The buttons took too much time with one hand.

"...Before I leave...." He continued. "There's prolly one last thing I'd have to bring up."

"I don't imagine it would be easy even after a long period of time," Watanuki reassured. He didn't mind helping. But, when Ronald mentioned he had one last thing to mention...

It was obvious he was now on edge. His posture became even more erect than usual, and he was noticeably fighting to not shuffle in place. Instead, his fingers clasped in front of him, lacing and unlacing, fidgeting, twitching, tapping--

"...Yes?" He finally inquired.

The reaper bit his lip as he stood up, straightening his clothes. He approached the other god with a sigh before leaning in to kiss the corner of his lips.

"I..." He began, but let out a breath. "Blimey, I don't know where to begin..."

Again, a shake of his head. "M'not sure what to make of us now, to be honest." He continued, but he did offer a smile. "But... I know I'm prolly going to come looking for you if I never hear from you again, mind. You're dangerous... and I think I fancy that."

"D-DANGEROUS?!" He exclaimed, and his face flashed red. He waved his hands a bit, "What kind of word is--I am not!

"But I'll try not to be a stranger--but, but!

"Go home you weirdo!"

There was a chuckle as he leaned in to kiss his cheek. "You're dangerous with how you're prolly set to steal something I'd willingly give." The reaper grinned back.

But he was being scolded again. That only meant Watanuki was feeling better. "Right. I'll be on my way then. Thank you for the nosh, love." He nodded back.

Sweetheart. Love. his face flushed as he frowned towards the ground, offering a small bow.

"Yeah. And... thank you, again."

If Ronald had his hat, it would have been tipped. But alas, he'd lost it in the scuffle but part of him had a feeling it would be waiting for him back home anyway. "S'nothing to thank me for, I told you that." he sighed, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.

"Next time I see you, you'd better not be in any sort of trouble." the reaper smirked back as he released that hand and turned to the door. But that smirk turned into the smallest smile.

"Til the next, then."

And with a turn, he'd melted into the closest shadow with a note to himself to send over a replacement for Jade's phone within the next two days.

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