Work Text:
He’s tossing in bed, turning.
(And, if he admits it to himself:
Waiting.)
Because it’s three in the morning and Nagi hasn’t come back.
(Yet?)
Granted, he shouldn’t care. It’s none of his business.
(Anymore.)
He (finally, thankfully) hears the door creak open. Hears soft steps on the floor.
Isagi (sighs in relief) pretends to sleep. Hears wheels rolling off.
He shoots up, “Where are you going?”
“Sorry, did I wake you?” Nagi asks. “Made arrangements. Don’t worry, I’m leaving.”
It pierces him all the same. He mutters what he didn’t say in his anger then, crying, begging,
“Please stay?”