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“This way Khun Kinn, Khun Barak is waiting for you in the reception room." Kinn follows the attendant , Porsche right behind him.
The place is adorned with useless luxury. Marble floors under his feet, golden handrails under his hand, giant glasses he turns away from … Tacky and tasteless. Just as the owner.
Barak is indeed waiting for him upstairs, at the end of a long table. Everything in the room is white, except for the view of the gardens. Ok, maybe the arms dealer can be new rich in the house if his garden is that beautiful. The man greets Kinn , getting Porsche’s attention back to Kinn.
Barak raises and smiles. He smiles too much. That raises Kinn’s suspicions.
Porsche’s too. He walks behind Barak, taking advantage of the fact his attention is wholly on Kinn, and puts his hand under his blazer. The gun is here. Porsche locks the safety “In case you get ideas”.
Barak shivers.
This done, Porsche turns to the man’s guards. They are wearing suits, but they are not tailor-made. Tsss, don’t they know the devil is in the details?
*
It takes only five more minutes and Kinn showing the payment for Barak to get his gun out and to pull the trigger. Nothing happens.
What a surprise. As if Porsche would let them hurt his Kinn.
Kinn waits for their fear to kick in before getting his own gun out. Without moving from his seat, he fires twice. Barak’s men fall. His own guards don’t even bat an eyelash.
Kinn gets up and takes the time to remove his blazer before following a flying Barak.
Porsche is waiting for the idiot outside. He just has to stretch out his leg and Barak falls face first on the stairs.
Kinn takes his time going down the stairs.
After the last step, he bends down to grab Barak by the shirt. And punches him. Twenty minutes later what used to be Barak is a bloody mess.
“You are very lucky Khun Kinn”. Marvels Ken.
You’re loved whispers Porsche this voice he misses every second.
“I know.” Answers Kinn.
*
The ride home is silent and dark. Bangkok lights and cheerfulness can”t do anything against it. The song on the radio changes and Big jumps to switch the station.
“No. Turn it up.”
Oh! Kinn remembers.
Kinn closes his eyes. A glazing smile and a warm presence are everywhere in his mind.
Porsche eyes fall on Kinn’s hands balled up on his tights. His knuckles are still bloody from when he punched that asshole. Instinctively, he reaches to caress them.
The ghost sensation of fingers on the back of his hands is enough for Kinn to open his palm. He looks at his own reflection, the remaining fragments of happier times.
It’s the first song they danced to together.
*
Taking the old service stairs in the tower is an experience. The lower floors are bustling with life, the clacking of metal and the rhythmic tempo of kitten heels. Above are the guards' floors, full of voices, barking laughs and memories of friendships. He misses Pete’s antics and Pol’s existential questions.
Then Tankhun’s smelling of sugar. Popcorn maybe? It must be a movie night.
The last floor is cold and silent as one of those catholic churches. His mom used to take the three of them there when they went to Italy. He still remembers the sensation of walking on the tombstone of men who have been dead for centuries.
Kinn enters his quarters and goes directly to the bedroom.
“Khun Kinn”. Says the nurse, bowing in respect in front of him.
“Leave us.” Porsche grimaces. Kinn flinches. He really needs to learn to be polite. It’s not for lack of trying to instill it in him. Seriously, where did Porsche go wrong with it? Maybe he should have rewarded Kinn’s good behaviour instead of giving him a sharp look every time he was too harsh.
The nurse doesn’t say anything and just leaves.
Kinn removes his clothes, not caring if they are bunched on the ground, before falling on the bed, being careful not to jolt Porsche.
“Hello love. How are you?”
“Better now we are home.” Says Porsche as he lays beside Kinn.
The beeping of the monitor is Kinn’s only answer. He should be used to it by now but Kinn can’t stop hoping today is the day Porsche will wake up.
He closes his eyes. In a few minutes he will do Porsche’s last stretches of the day.
In a few minutes.
“It happened again…” Starts Kinn, his hand on Porsche’s.
Even if they were together all along, Porsche listens, his head between Kinn’s shoulder blades.