Saturday / July 14 / 3:10am - Prison Cell
Yamato heard what Takeru said, but he didn’t want to dignify that bitter statement with a response. The truth was, yes. Takeru was a distraction. The reminder of what they had done with each other was a distraction. Trying to protect Takeru from himself was a distraction. He wasn’t necessarily a bad distraction, but he was one nonetheless.
Of course, the truth wasn’t something Yamato figured his brother wanted to hear.
He pulled himself up off of the ground with a painful grunt. Moving hurt everywhere, and he could feel his healing skin pulling and cracking under his shoddy bandages. It hurt so bad. But laying on the ground wasn’t helping anyone, and he needed to find a way out of this cell. If not for him, then for Takeru. His brother was sick and needed to get out sooner rather than later to get treated. And Yamato didn’t like the idea of his little brother being in a prison cell anyway.
Takeru had stayed silent after his mumbled statement, staring at a blank spot at the wall with a frown. He knew he had been right in his statement, his brother’s silence just reaffirmed that. Though Takeru supposed that he was grateful that Yamato did not vocalize what they both knew was the truth.
He was painfully aware of the cruel irony to this whole situation. For weeks he had thought of nothing but finding his brother again as he searched fruitlessly for him, and now here they were, finally together but wanting nothing more than to be apart again. Well, that was not entirely true in Takeru’s case. He did not want to be apart from Yamato but he could not stand being around him when he acted this way. Like Yamato was trying to protect Takeru from him for some reason and Takeru’s presence was clearly unwanted.
Hearing movement jolted Takeru from his thoughts. He glanced over to his brother, watching Yamato get up off the floor, clearly in pain. He raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure you should be moving around?” He had noted earlier that Yamato was hurt but he had refrained from commenting, knowing that Yamato would just try to brush his attention off in some way. Still, he couldn’t help but to worry about him and wonder what had happened but he kept his worries to himself.