give me this

company

He ends up falling asleep on the bed. He faintly hears He Tian on the phone with someone, but tries to tune it out. Something about coming over tomorrow. He inwardly groans at the thought of Jian Yi being on the other end of the line, asking to bother them. At least He Tian said not today, right? Seems to him like he can go back to sleep and ignore his problems for a bit longer.

That is, until he hears and feels He Tian whisper against his ear.

"Mo~, I'm hungry..."

Don't count your chickens before they hatch, he guesses.

The sudden warmth from He Tian's breath makes him jump back. He stares at He Tian, puzzled as to what his hunger should have to do with him, and makes a confused noise.

"I don't know how to cook," he states blatantly. "Let's go downstairs and eat~"

How has my life come to this...

He struggles to sit up, but He Tian is quick to notice and pulls him up gently. He sits there for a second, regaining his breath and strength. He wills himself not to look up because he knows He Tian is watching him. He's always watching. Not just looking, but watching. Noticing every detail in how Mo moves, speaks, breathes. It can be suffocating, knowing there's someone paying attention to your every move.

Lately, though, it actually makes him feel like he can breathe again.

He starts to move to get dressed, hearing the light rain hitting the vast windows of the apartment without needing to turn around and see for himself. Unsurprisingly, He Tian beats him to it and heads straight for the closet, yanking a hoodie off a hanger and not handing it to Mo, but putting it on for him. He let's him.

He Tian makes a tsk sound. "Cover your injuries first, so they don't scare the children."

Bastard, Mo thinks, even though he's sure he's joking. Almost. Hell, when he first saw what he really looked like in He Tian's mirror, he scared himself. Not to mention that was after He Tian had already washed away the majority of the dried blood and dirt.

"Take some meds before we go out."

He sighs but complies, nonetheless, knowing neither of them would enjoy Mo's bitching about the pain and being coerced into getting food when he could have been sleeping. Be it the truth or not.

They more or less silently make their way downstairs, aside from He Tian's constant "need help?", to which Mo swats his hand away and fervently shakes his head no. No, he doesn't need help standing up or opening the apartment door or getting inside the elevator or getting out of the elevator or walking in general but yes, He Tian, you can hold the umbrella if it makes you feel helpful.

He's also taller than you, so it makes sense. Taller and stronger and-

"You look so good in my clothes," He Tian states.

Mo scoffs. "I'm naturally handsome, even a sack can look good on me," he says with a serious look and voice.

He Tian laughs. An actual laugh. Probably envisioning Mo wearing just that, but if it makes him laugh then Mo won't stop him. At least not yet. He looks at him so he can see it and not just hear it.

"Yeah, I believe it," he says with a light tone. "Ah~ it's nice to have something we can agree on!"

Mo decides to leave his comments alone. There's nothing he can say or do that will make this situation any better for him. He's starting to learn, he supposes.

They reach the restaurant and He Tian nudges his arm. "I'll go queue up. Wait for me here."

Mo hums and wastes no time going to sit. He wouldn't tell He Tian, but he's already tired of moving. He doesn't really know how to describe it. It's not exactly painful right now, courtesy of the painkillers he took before they left, it just aches. His body feels tired. He thinks he'd rather be out right now with He Tian anyway, rather than sleeping. Who knows how the next few days, week, weeks, will play out. If his notebook that wonders if he'll be missed is anything to go by, Mo thinks he should make the most of whatever time there is left.