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"Would you stop that?"
A sentence spoken with quite a mad and worried voice. An odd thing for such familiar, sweet eyes. But that was before. Before the whole... mistake. Could you even call it a mistake? They happened by not paying attention or just simply slipping off, but that wasn't really what happened back then. Back then it was a bloody situation. Wukong remembers the red. I mean, who wouldn't, when the one that you killed is your best—well, lover, you could say.
And now they are here again, face to face, eyes to eye.
"I said stop that! You don't get to help me, Wukong! I'm doing this by myself, you hear me? It's not like last time I didn't. As he grabbed the bandage himself and started to bandage his arm.
"Okay, maybe we should just—wait, you can't just—ugh, just let me help you."
"Maybe you should think about this before huh? Where was this sentence when I needed you most?"
Wukong could feel the way Macaque's beathing started picking up. His hands started even shaking. He felt the guilt, of course, but the way Macaque said it, it just made him feel tired. They fought every day, even though they were hanging around. Sometimes they even spent the night together, never next to each other, though.
But fights feel like a part of a daily routine. A really exhausting part.
"What? no response?! Is this the way you're admitting I am right? Then gee, thank you for agreeing OH SO GREAT SAGE... go to hell. Macaque breathes out with an exhausted voice.
For a while, none of them spoke up. Just sitting on the couch with a tension that felt loud enough. Macaque even thought Wukong had left but realized he hadn't through a voice of standing up.
"I know I'm not the best company right now," he looked at Macaque with pleading eyes. "I know why you're mad, but I do want to help you now. And that's all that should matter. At least for now. So please... let me help you."
For a moment, Macaque was questioning if he should send Wukong to hell for the second time or if they should just pretend... at least for now.
"...okay"
Wukong sat down and reached for Macaque's hand. He grabbed the bandage and started carefully wrapping Macaque's injury in it. It was at least an hour ago that Macaque accidentally cut himself with a kitchen knife. Even though it sounds like a common incident, the amount of blood says otherwise. Wukong could even feel Macaque's hand shaking. When he finished, his hold tightened.
"It's not the best, but it should do... at least for now." And Macaque could only guess if the thing he was really talking about was the bandage. And if he questioned louder, Wukong would seem to not have the answer. At least not for now.