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He can have all of Ken's. Sounds like a good deal, right?

He chuckled and tipped his head towards the kitchen.

"Bandit's already in there, thinking we're going to share and Gent's on my pillow, making it all nice and hairy for tonight."

Well. He may have arranged it this way.

He follows Ken into the kitchen, leaving his coat draped over a chair in the living room.

Sneaky little Takatori.

The pizza's already on the counter and without pause, he shifts to offer Mamoru a beer, nudging Bandit's nose away from the pizza yet again.

"Do we get to be cavemen and eat it without plates?"

"It's your pizza. Want to eat in the bedroom, too?"

Mamoru takes his beer, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Nah. Crumbs in the bed suck."

The way he says it implies that he knows that fact very well.

"Any luck?"

"Luck on what?"

Mamoru has no doubt, so he takes a slice of pizza and heads for the couch.

"Finding anything."

Ken followed him on quiet feet, two slices balanced in one hand and the beer in the other.

"Nothing yet."

He settled on the couch, nibbling his pizza.

Sighing softly, he followed suit, flopping down close to Mamoru even as he took a drink of his beer.

"Well... something'll come up. It has to. Sooner or later."

"Sooner or later."

"But for tonight, it can wait. Even Mamoru Takatori needs a night off every now and again."

He devoured half a piece of pizza in one bite.

Mamoru rolled his eyes, continuing to eat delicately and neatly.

"I think this is more about you than me, Mr. Hidaka."

Ken paused to pick some pineapple from his piece, offering it to his companion.

"Maybe it's time it shouldn't be. At least for now."

Mamoru shrugged noncommittally, though he DID add the pineapple to his piece. What? It's tasty!

It's tasty, but Ken likes more meat on his pizza. What? He's a barbarian at heart. Ken stared at Mamoru for a long moment, then glanced away, tucking back into his pizza, but not quite as quickly as before.

Mamoru continued eating him, only watching him through his lashes.

He finished his pizza quickly, then stood to go get another piece, pausing to ask Mamoru if he wanted more as well.

"I'm fine. But thank you."

Mamoru sighed and watched him go, worrying at the pizza crust. For a moment he looked just like Omi.

He returned a moment later, the slice of pizza in his hand already half gone.

"You sure? You haven't eaten much."

"Some of us aren't bottomless pits, Ken." And he'd had salad, earlier. He smiled, watching him.

This time, it was Ken's turn to shrug a little as he nibbled on the pizza.

"I'm just happy I was actually hungry today. It's the first time since I died."

"I know." Not that he's been monitoring you, or anything, Ken. Just a feeling he had.

"... so I'm seeing that as good news, and what's next is me sleeping for more than three hours at a time, so... you don't need to stay with me anymore."

No, Ken. That didn't sound stilted or rushed at all. He sighed and gnawed on the leftover pizza crust, more than a little flustered that his well thought out spiel didn't go so well.

"... unless you wanted to."

Mamoru raised an eyebrow at him. "Just so I'm clear. You insisted I stop working so I could come over here, so you could tell me you didn't want me over here?"

He wasn't upset, he was just clarifying.

Ken sighed and leaned back, letting his head roll back.

"I mean, you don't have to stay with me at night anymore."

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