On Your Doorstep

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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 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.