For the fifteenth -and that was just a rough estimate if anything- time that week, he just sat at his bedroom window, staring out of the glass into the busied morning streets. Nothing was going as well as it should have since the other left for Tokyo. Of course, he knew he would be back late that night or the day after in the afternoon, but that didn't ease his mind in the slightest.
Continuing to wonder whether the other had enough cash to get dinner every night, or if he was in a safe hotel without any disgusting men to try and get anything from him, he sighed a bit and leaned back in the cool bed. No one ever meant as much as the other me