April Fools- Pokemon Namelessshipping Album Fic

Part 11:

A/N: I might mess around with song lyrics and which are put to each part, but here's a few more parts (Also, these are self edited so these are still very scuffed.)

"And isn't it wonderful how you make me so confused" - Apple Pie, April Fools

Red still hadn't said a word to Blue. It had been three days since he had caught 'Mewtwo' and Blue had brought him back to his apartment. He had given warm glances and grateful smiles, but the silence was deafening. In his own little way, Red had apologized time and time again. He had given Blue more than enough space and had stayed out of the apartment the majority of the time. Blue just wanted for him to say something to him. They now sat on the sofa, eating takeout from a nearby Unovan fast-food joint. Red yawned, leaning back into the sofa. He seemed kind of annoyed, which was fair enough. His injury was healing, but Blue imagined it still hurt a fair bit. "How's the injury?" Blue asked. Red gave a lazy thumbs-down, frowning slightly. "Do you want me to check it out? I'm still worried about it getting infected." Blue fretted. He knew Red probably felt a bit coddled, but Blue cared about him, even if he had little to no idea on how he felt about him. Red nodded, giving Blue the go ahead. With that, Blue got up and walked over to the bathroom. He dug a washcloth and antibiotic out of the cupboard, rinsed the washcloth under warm water, and returned. Red had lifted his- it was actually Blue's shirt, and undid the bandages to reveal a large red gash. It seemed to be scabbing over, so Blue wasn't particularly worried. Blue sat back down, "We should probably give it some air before we bandage it again, mk?" Red nodded at this, then winced as Blue gently ran the warm washcloth over the injury. Blue then dabbed it in the antibiotic. He got back up and retrieved fresh bandages and more gauze. Red looked at Blue gratefully, smiling gently. "Your welcome, bud." Blue sighed tiredly. Red got up? Blue watched him walk over to the kitchen and crouch down in front of the fridge. Red opened the fridge, and pulled a covered tray out of it. He grabbed some plates out of one of the kitchen cupboards. Blue watched him slice something up, and dish it onto the plate. Were those brownies? He knew Red had learned how to cook soups and prepare salads on Mt. Silver, but he had never asked how Red had learned to make baked goods like brownies and tarts. Blue accepted one of the plates, it was indeed a brownie. "Thanks, man." Blue smiled and Red nodded. Why wasn't Red saying anything? He had done everything but said something. Blue knew he could speak, he had spoken to him since they were little kids. "Red? How are you feeling?" He asked, deciding to be bold.