On Your Doorstep

[onlycareaboutshipping]

On Your Doorstep

They ended up on your doorstep, quite literally. Bloody, possibly. Bruised, most definitely, though the wounds may be mental. You probably don't know them from Adam, yet you couldn't find it in you to turn them away - whether they wanted you to or not. So you opened up your home, just for a little while.

But it's getting to be more than a little while. Both of you are finding a comfort zone, because you didn't simply open up your home. Admit it or don't, but you've opened up your heart all the same.

Their's is slowly following, if its reluctant at all.

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[cyborghands]

[He holds as still as he can- this wasn't an ideal environment for this, but this was just a patch-up job until he could get around to accessing proper equipment. He pulls the necessary tools out of the box and gets to work.]

[It's hard to tell if he's grimacing at Taki's question or in pain, though under the circumstances it could be both. It's a long moment before he responds, not once looking up from his arm.]

I failed.

[takirider]

[Hongo if you weren't already in shoddy shape he would punch you.]

...Okay, but if that's what I had meant by 'what happened', I would have asked 'so who'd you piss off and why'd they have a personal vendetta against your arm'. If we went by your logic of failure, every day I hit the snooze button until I was fifteen minutes late to meetings would be entirely more dramatic than they actually are.

[cyborghands]

[He doesn't react to any of that, still just focusing on his repairs with a kind of subdued fervor.]

I failed in my duty as a Kamen Rider. I failed to. . . protect two lives.

[takirider]

[That shuts him up for a minute.]

...One of these days you'll learn to stop taking things so hard. You can't save everyone, Hongo, you're one person.

[cyborghands]

Making excuses won't change anything.

[Still super intent on focusing on these repairs. Maybe because his hand is trembling a bit.]

[takirider]

[Excuse Taki while he makes this gay. That hand of yours, Hongo? He's covering it with his own to try and still it.]

And neither will giving yourself shit over it. You failed, did you? Two people died? So what are you gonna do differently next time? Don't wallow, Hongo, it's not like you. Shit happens.

[He might have squeezed Hongo's hand a little, in hopes that he feels it.]

If I know you, you did way more than anybody else would have been able to.