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"Oh," Cookie said.
A second ago he put a tray into the oven, stood up to stretch and hit his head on the open door of the cupboard.
"What's happened?” King-Lu perked up and put away the newspaper he was reading.
"Nothing," Cookie answered, squinting and rubbing his left temple.
King-Lu jumped to his feet and anxiously searched the kitchen for a towel to wet with cold water. He found one and made an improvised compress, then turned to Cookie and saw him sitting on a stool and staring at the floor with sorrow in his eyes.
"Does it hurt much?"
"No, not any more."
"You should still put the cold to it. You know that it's your weak spot."
"Uh-huh. Achilles' heel," Cookie sighed.
"And you better go to bed."
"But the buns are going to burn."
"Don't worry about it," King-Lu said and took the tray out. Then he put his arms around Cookie and helped him get up.
Cookie obeyed and followed King-Lu to the bedroom.
"The flowers are dry already," he quietly remarked.
"It's fine, I'll bring new ones in the morning! But now you should sleep. You've spent all evening on baking, you're tired."
"These are for breakfast."
King-Lu couldn't help but close his eyes and smile. Even a thought of Cookie's food (everything, always delicious) always made his stomach rumble and his heart warm up.
He fell on the bed and reached out his arms.
“Come here, Cookie.”
“Okay.”
Cookie started smiling too, which brought King-Lu even more warmth. And he wanted to share it.
Cookie lay down, still holding the damp towel next to his temple, and put his head on King-Lu’s shoulder, who gently hugged him in turn.
“Do you remember how…” Cookie said weakly.
“Those times have passed. It ended well.”
“We were lucky.”
“It’s true.”
“And I was lucky to fall as I had. It could be worse.”
“Don’t think about it. Everything’s well.”
In a couple of minutes they were already asleep next to each other, just as that day in the forest, but only to wake up in the morning.