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This was the second time that he opened his eyes in a hospital bed after being taken here by Dottore. But this time, his hand was being held by the same man. Pantalone looked at him and gave his hand a squeeze.

"I'm sorry about my friend, she was drunk, and I have no idea where she got that knife," Dottore spoke. Pantalone looked around and noticed Kaeya in the room. 

"You look a bit different since the last time I saw you," Kaeya observed. "If I didn't know any better, I would say that you're a completely different person." 

"Do you?" 

"What?" 

"Know better?" 

Kaeya sighed and placed his hands on his hips, "Well, I'm not sure. You aren't yelling about how this man killed someone this time so either you have collected all of your lost marbles, or you've lost so many that there is no saving you now." 

"Is that so?" 

"The woman that stabbed you was an old friend of Dottore's," Kaeya gestured to him. "He hasn't seen her since then, but I figured I would wait until you woke up to get your side of the story before trying to find her." 

"I don't really remember much of the event," Pantalone winced and held his head while hunching over. "I remember getting stabbed and passing out but..." he shook his head. "I'm sorry I can't be of more help," he sat up straight and sighed. 

"I see," Kaeya eyed him for a moment. "Well," he shrugged, "you know the drill. If you remember anything just give me a call." Kaeya left and Pantalone was left with Dottore. It was quiet. 

"They say you should be discharged within the next couple of days," Dottore squeezed his hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss. "Thankfully nothing vital was hit when she stabbed you." 

"Do you think it'll scar?" Pantalone sighed. 

"It's likely." 

"That's too bad," Pantalone looked down at the sheets. "I suppose this means my skin isn't spotless for you anymore." 

"Sweetheart," Dottore placed his finger under his chin to raise his head, "I don't love you for your skin." 

"L-love?" he gasped. Dottore smiled in response. "Come closer." 

"Is this close enough?" Dottore asked. 

"A little more." 

"What're you trying to do-" Dottore was cut off by Pantalone's lips on his. He couldn't move too much because of the pain so instead he asked Dottore to lean in. Dottore smiled into the kiss and brought his hand up to Pantalone's hair. 

"I love you," Pantalone stated. 

"I love you too," Dottore replied. 

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