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Kyoya's voice, what little Mori had heard of it before Honey took the phone, was hushed and sharp. Nothing like his usual measured tones.
Honey's voice too was sharp, no longer the sweet and rounded sounds Mori had come to appreciate.
Their conversation was terse. Few words said on Kyoya's side, and fewer still from Honey.
He could hear one of the twins behind him moving clumsily through the room. The other had left, following Haruhi through the halls.
The two of them returned what felt like seconds later and then in a blink all five remaining members of the Host Club were in Honey's car.
The car is in motion but Mori doesn't know their destination yet. Honey said he would tell them on the way. Mori can be patient.
Mori liked quiet. Usually.
To sit with his friends as they joked and played around him, having the freedom to join their games or observe, always knowing he was welcome regardless?
Ideal.
On another day they would be at the Host Club. There is a festival coming. He couldn't remember the name just now but the others would know.
There would be decorations to plan. And costumes. Perhaps a performance of some kind.
He looked to Honey. So small and so serious, Mori's phone still in his hand.
A festive dessert, perhaps.
It was a beautiful morning. There was still dew on the grass like glitter.
The twins were sitting together, heads pressed close. Haruhi was beside him, silent.
He rested his hand on the seat. Watched as she set hers down beside it. Not quite touching.
Honey ended the phone call with an almost inaudible swear before looking up.
"We are going to the hospital."
The twins looked up sharply. "The hospital--" "--what for?"
Haruhi was silent. Her hand moved closer to Mori's until her smallest digit was pressed against his own.
"It's Tamaki," she said flatly before Honey had the chance to answer. "He-- he hurt himself. Last night. It's bad."
The twins looked at Honey, then Haruhi.
She shook her head, one sharp gesture before turning her attention back down to her lap where one of her hands twisted in the hem of her jacket.
The other lay on the seat between them and Mori marveled small and so strong.
Their hands were so very different and yet they both carried scars and calluses. Hands that worked hard. Haruhi's skin seemed rougher than usual, chafed and cracked.
What happened last night? What had she seen?
Mori looked up to see Honey watching them. The twins were still talking, Mori could hear them dully as if through water. Honey nodded along with what they were saying but his eyes never left Mori and Haruhi and the place where their hands barely touched.
The blond nodded and Mori nodded in return.
Mori slid his hand closer to Haruhi's until he was covering it, willing his own body heat to sink into the cold digits.
Honey's voice penetrated the strange sudden silence.
Tamaki. The knife. The blood. The hospital. An accident, of course it was.
The Host Club, cleaned. Sterilized. As if nothing had happened at all.