[Getting shot sucks. Unfortunately, it's something that Eiri has gotten remarkably good at. Two separate occasions, totaling up to nine bullet wounds on his small body. Frankly, he shouldn't even be alive. He shouldn't have survived that first time, but here he is, still kicking and waiting for whatever life throws at him next.

He sincerely hopes getting shot again is not in the plans.

Because even though he's out of the infirmary now, he's still in a little bit of pain. They couldn't keep him bedridden for long anyway, owing to Eiri's personality in general and also because the amount of traffic they receive on a weekly basis is kind of astounding. The moment he could function well enough on his own was the moment he got shunted back to his and Haku's room. He's glad for it, though. The infirmary is too quiet and sterile, too ominous. At least back in their room, the clutter taking up all of Haku's side (and what seems like half of Eiri's now), everything is familiar and...warm. This is a room that's lived in. Yeah, others have been in here before Eiri, but it's his now and he intends to keep it that way.

Yes. His side of the room with his bed and his stuff and Haku's trash.

...No. He takes one of the empty candy boxes that has somehow migrated to his bed and tosses it onto Haku's, right as the other man walks back in with some of Eiri's belongings. He doesn't miss that smile gracing his lips.]

I have to get back to that point anyway. Who else is gonna babysit you?

[He turns to the pile of stuff that Haku has unceremoniously dumped beside him. Some clothes, some books, nothing that Eiri even remembers using while he was recovering. He frowns and looks up - and up - at Haku.]

And if I didn't know any better, it'd seem like you were trying to get rid of me.

[He crosses his arms over his chest - loosely, due to the whole sore thing - and haughtily looks away.]

Punk.