[Always assume the worst, and it will generally be correct.
Hakkai casts another thoughtful glance at the sky, and steps around the corner of Sanzo's park bench in order to sit neatly on the end he's left free. He must be badly hurt to be sounding quite so calm, or badly out of his depth with too few questions answered, or, of course, both.
He produces his own packet of cigarettes and lights one, still with the slight care of someone to whom it isn't yet second nature. Awkward though it is, there's something calming about the ritual and the bitter smoke on his tongue, and Hakkai contemplates the irony that the little taste of relaxation makes it a very healthy habit for a shinki.
Sanzo doesn't want to talk about his injuries, and if he's not actually passing out, Hakkai's willing to respect that for now. They've presumably been treated by someone, after all. He deliberately doesn't think about who that person might be.]
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[Always assume the worst, and it will generally be correct.
Hakkai casts another thoughtful glance at the sky, and steps around the corner of Sanzo's park bench in order to sit neatly on the end he's left free. He must be badly hurt to be sounding quite so calm, or badly out of his depth with too few questions answered, or, of course, both.
He produces his own packet of cigarettes and lights one, still with the slight care of someone to whom it isn't yet second nature. Awkward though it is, there's something calming about the ritual and the bitter smoke on his tongue, and Hakkai contemplates the irony that the little taste of relaxation makes it a very healthy habit for a shinki.
Sanzo doesn't want to talk about his injuries, and if he's not actually passing out, Hakkai's willing to respect that for now. They've presumably been treated by someone, after all. He deliberately doesn't think about who that person might be.]
I suppose you have questions.