Curiosity..

Mystery rolls his eyes and just straight up licks the other's face. Lick lick lick. Thick strands of drool cling to his skin.

Arthur had been alone in the hospital room. He was watching a little fruit fly whizz about, breathing slowly in and out.

He occasionally lifted his hand to scratch at his brace. He hated it so much- confining his neck. God, he was so incompetent he couldn’t even die right.

"S-uch a good boy." He said in a weak voice, that definitely showed the damage done to him. "Thank you."

As carefully as he could possibly manage, Mystery crawled up onto the bed (after he was invited, of course). He chose to settle down on Arthur’s lap after a moment of internal debate, trying to take the brace into account.

« ..Don’t leave me, okay? »

But that voice was so small and so afraid…. Arthur doesn’t lie often.

"Okay. I won’t."

His voice sounds.. Defeated. He can’t tell if Arthur truly is lying, but he’s reached the point where he doesn’t trust his master on something. He’s disappointed at himself.

Mystery couldn’t protect Arthur from himself, however. Arthur had to help, there. If anyone…. At least Mystery loved him. Arthur didn’t know what to do here. He’d lost Mystery’s trust and ended up in the hospital.

Mystery's ears tip down, and he sends a nervous glance toward his human. He wants to trust Arthur. He truly, truly does. But he can't. Not right now.