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--Ow! M-man, how long has it been?

Guess I shouldn't have left this thing in my coat pocket... Oh, hey, Watari, I'm running low on canned soup up here. Do you have any lying around? It's good for fevers, right?

Hisoka, want a glass of water? Blanket? Bedtime story? ♥ Don't worry, you'll be feeling better soon~!

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[Hisoka did not answer at first. If he was truthful with himself, he didn't know if he wanted to tell Tsuzuki or not, the subject of their last conversation and how much Joshua knew. He figured Tsuzuki would probably have the same reaction part of him did in retrospect, anyway--that it didn't really matter. That if Joshua planned to use it, he would've already.

But that didn't give Joshua, of all people, the right to know. And Hisoka didn't have to like that he knew.]

...I don't trust him.

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[Hisoka had good instincts, empathy or no, and Tsuzuki was used to taking his partner's word on trustworthiness. He frowned.]

Why not? Did he do something, or...?

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[Hisoka had the sudden urge to move, to take a walk; anything but stay here and feel sick and talk about Joshua. His brief attempt to stand was thwarted immediately by his shaky limbs, so he eased back down and settled for staring at the garbage bin like it had personally wronged him instead.]

...He knows a lot about us, and we don't know a lot about him.

[It was one of the myriad, but Tsuzuki hadn't asked him to list the reasons.]

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[The abortive movement and the angry glare at the garbage can spoke loudly enough that Tsuzuki didn't need any empathy to know what Hisoka was thinking. He smiled, getting up and stretching.]

Okay. ...Hey, want something to read? I can go get you a book from the school library.

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...Yeah, sure. Anything is fine. [Tsuzuki probably wouldn't be able to read the titles, anyway, so it wasn't like specifying would make a difference.]

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[Tsuzuki could have read a title, at least, even if he might not know what the word meant once he'd read it. Not knowing what Hisoka was thinking, though, he just smiled at his partner and headed for the door.]

All right. Back in a moment!

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Yeah. [Hisoka shifted, curling in on himself more. Why did it have to be cold in August...]