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Closed to Shotaro [and maybe others later]

Being dead was significantly less interesting than Philip had anticipated. After all, it wasn't much of anything. The really interesting part was coming back to life, being disoriented for a few minutes, and then realizing what had happened.

How thrilling.

After the morning announcement, he wasted no time in barging over to Shotaro's cell. "Shotaro! Guess what!"

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"John told me. When you were asleep I picked his brain a little." Okay, time to change out of these clothes. He tugged that tie the rest of the way off and started unbuttoning his shirt.

He didn't want to admit it, but he didn't really know what to do to mitigate the risk. Should he ask someone? Not that woman doctor, definitely. Maybe John, or Aya. They were doctors, they might know what to do.

He stood there, picking at his lip and idly watching as Shotaro unbuttoned his shirt.

Well, that was something pretty easy to read. He continued as he moved around his room changing clothes. He'd gotten pretty good at navigating his room without his crutch. He didn't really know what to say for Philip's sake.

But he finished changing his clothes, and finally found something to say. "John wanted me to let you know that he's dealt with what's just happened to you before. He wants to help you if you want it. He's a good guy. We can trust him. Especially after I called him last night." In retrospect, it was kind of embarrassing. But at the time it was a lot for him to deal with.

"I see. Yes, I may need to do that..." He didn't want to dwell on it, though. The more he did, the less he felt the thrill of having experienced and recovered from death and the more, well, ill he felt about it. So he promptly changed the subject by picking Shotaro's hat up from wherever he'd left it and planting it on his partner's head.

He smirked over to his partner and got the hat better adjusted in relation to his hair. It was a precise balance, after all. He reached over and ruffled up the hair at the back of Philip's head. "Let's go get breakfast."

"Sheesh-- not before I brush my hair," he scolded Shotaro. He looked around for Shotaro's comb, grabbed it, and fixed what had been messed up. "All right, let's go. You look as though you could use your morning coffee."

Oh, so he liked his hair that way, huh? "Maybe an entire pot." He finally grabbed the crutch. He was just so glad to have his partner back, that an extra touch here or there came automatic, as if he were just an illusion.

Philip wasn't sure he'd ever get used to just randomly being touched like that. Sometimes he would swat Shotaro's hand away, but after the realization he'd just had he couldn't bring himself to do so this morning.

In fact, when they reached the stairs he took it upon himself to wrap his arm around Shotaro's waist to hold him steady as they ascended.

When he felt the arm wrap around him, he smirked over at Philip, but he didn't say anything. Yeah, he was definitely back. For now, he would focus on that. He brought his hand up around to hold onto Philip's opposite shoulder, so he didn't need to use the crutch at all.

"You know, I bet I could use my Branch of Sin to make a new foot." Just thinking out loud, really. He's aware of how terrible an idea that would be.

Philip glanced sideways at Shotaro, skeptically. "The blood loss that would be required would be prohibitively high," he pointed out. "You would probably be too dizzy to maintain the effort required to keep the prosthesis in place, let alone walk on it."

"Haaah, probably." Though Philip probably underestimated just how stubborn Shotaro could be with something like that.

Once they'd gained the top of the stairs, Shotaro put his crutch into service again. "Terui paid me a little visit last night."

"Ryu Terui?" Philip looked surprised. He stayed alert, though, in case Shotaro lost his balance. "What for?"

"Because I asked him to. He saw the guards taking you away and contacted me to see if there was anything he could do. I asked him for new bandages and he actually even put them on for me." He shrugged, slipping around that they were actually needed.

"He didn't believe me when I said you'd be back. He probably thought I finally lost my mind."

The only response Philip had to that was, "You needed your bandages changed? Did something else happen you failed to mention?"

Whoops. "Uh, I bumped it against something in your room and popped a couple stitches. It's not a big deal.

But we actually had a conversation that didn't end in anyone getting punched, so I guess he's coming around."

Philip shook his head disapprovingly. Without him around, Shotaro couldn't even keep himself from getting hurt. Sheesh.

"That is a relief. Fighting amongst ourselves distracts from our real goal."

"Exactly. We just need to get the right people in on this and we'll be able to make a plan." Not that he had one at this moment.

"Hopefully a more successful one than last time." He glanced down at Shotaro's leg.

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