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Hayato is in his apartment, laying on the bed, staring at the wall. He's smoking a little - no chain smoking, just one cigarette, watching the smoke trail around itself towards the walls above.

Nothing else to do, right now. Fun, aint it?

Eh, not at all.

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Bridget comes through the door, dragging his harp into the room and setting it up briefly.

"What's wrong?" He asks with a smile, a quirk of his lips.

"Eh?" Gokudera glances over at Bridget with a brief smile, and Uri tries to take a swipe at the harp. Bastard cat. "Nothing's wrong. Hi."

Bridget raises a brow.

"You have a look while smoking."

He snuggles up to Hayato, kissing his cheek. "Hi."

"A look?"

Gokudera stubs out the cigarette and kisses Bridget back on the lips. "Hey."

"Yes, a look." He answers and he makes that kiss a bit longer and more thorough.

"Want to explain that look?" He moves on closer to Bridget.

"A thought, considering past words, look," He explains and tangles himself up in Hayato. They seemed to be going that direction anyway.

Hayato's pretty happy ending up this way, anyway, and runs his hand through Bridget's hair. "I guess," he says, which isn't a really helpful response at all.

"So," he says.

"Tell me what you were thinking?"

"I'm not sure how to explain it," Hayato says.

He never is, and that's the most frustrating thing in the world.

"Just blurt it out," Bridget looks as worried as he feels inside.

"I don't want to sleep with anyone else," he says, finally. "I can't."

"Ok."

Hayato blinks.

"...what?"

It'd been such an argument before - and now it's - ...

?!

Bridget hums.

"It's ok, don't worry about it anymore."

"Okay," Gokudera says. He doesn't really get it, but... maybe he will eventually.

Mm, no, he won't, but that's fine.

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