Josh looked over his shoulder at Akira, seeing how he was trying to write but he wasn’t sure what to say. Walking back to him, Josh took one of his servants hands and kissed the back of it with a gentle smile. “Don’t worry, I just want to make sure I have a back up plan if I’m busy. Don’t worry about it.” Looking back at Sangre, Josh then spoke up again. “He’s fine. Fractured rib, swollen ankle but it isn’t anything that cant heal on it’s own.”
Sangre nodded, a very faint smile appearing on his face. “That’s good. Now, I shall see you two later. Have a good meal.” Waving at both men, Sangre walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind him in the process.
Josh looked from the door down to Akira. He let go of his hands and put the food close to him. “Let’s eat, you’re bound to be hungry.” He spoke while placing either dish in front of them. As he ate a piece of his omelet, Josh watched to make sure Akira was capable of doing it on his own.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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