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No one was really sure how Clown had gotten an injury under his mask, and as much as they wanted to question it, no one had the time to. As soon as he had gotten the injury, since he wasn't actually doing anything, he had gone straight to the doctor.
Legundo had gotten a small room to himself, to give some sort of privacy to his patients even if it's Mr Hemlocke himself majority of the time. It would also allow for something he hoped, which was to allow Clown to remove his mask at least semi-comfortably. It didn't happen often and the doctor doesn't think it'll happen any time soon.
Then one day, there was a knock on the door before it slowly creeped open, revealing the head housekeeper. Nothing looked hurt about him, so Legundo naturally assumed Zombie was requesting his presence somewhere.
"Hello, Mr Pierce, does Mr Hemlocke require my assistance?" He asks, placing his pen down pre-emptively, but also as a sign that he was listening.
The door shuts behind Clown, maybe not.
"No, no. I require some assistance. And... you can drop the.. formalities." He hesitates on the last part but its evident that actually saying it lifted a weight off his chest. As he speaks, Clown walks over to one of the chairs set up in the room and sits down.
Legundo quirks an eyebrow even though the other cannot see it, he never usually requests his help because he can deal with his injuries by himself. When he turns towards the man, he is surprised to see that he actually took his mask off. All he had was a small cut on his cheek, one that he can tell was made on purpose.
Worry welled within him, but the doctor pushed it down and dragged himself over to the other man.
"You didn't need me for this." Legundo remarks quietly, reaching to the side to grab a small cotton pad and holding it out to Clown, who just stares at it. Then at his eyes.
"I know. I wanted to come to you though." The head housekeeper responds with a touch of shame in his voice that he's unable to hide from the other man. Realising Clown wasn't going to take the cotton himself, he reaches out and gently cups the back of the other's neck. It's frankly unnecessary and only for patients that would flinch away from his touch, yet the other man seems to savor it.
"It's nice... seeing you without your mask." Legundo comments offhandedly as his other hand reaches forward, gently patting away the blood from the small cut on his face. The sight of the other man's scarred face never deterred the doctor, he had been the one to originally patch up that exact wound in the first place after all.
Clown's eyes dart down, his face heating up significantly, and that's when the doctor realises how close they are, with his knee between the other's. He slowly pulls the now bloodied cotton pad away.
Neither of them move for a second, and Legundo feels stuck in place.
"Be honest with me." The doctor finds himself speaking without realising it, "Did you do this on purpose?"
He receives no audible answer, but with how Clown's facial expression contorts momentarily to one of shame before schooling it back to neutrality, he doesn't need one. Legundo's grip on the man loosens slightly.
"Tell me, Clown." The doctor watches the other seemingly have an internal argument, he opens and closes his mouth a couple times as he settles on his words.
"I might've. I wanted a reason to come see you." He admits, uncharacteristically soft, a hint of nervousness threading its way into his words. Clown frowns for a second before starting to stand up, only for Legundo to stop him, making him sit back down.
"Wanting to come see me is a reason. Do you have much work today?" He instantly attempts to redirect the conversation to a different topic, and it works. The other looks away for a second as he racks his brain.
"Nothing immediate, why?"
He shouldn't do this. Especially not inside Whitepine. Especially not with how Zombie himself could catch them. Especially not without being certain of Clown's feelings. But where does avoiding things just because he's uncertain get him? Nowhere.
Legundo sighs to himself, flicking the bloodied cotton pad into a nearby bin and grabbing the other by his upperarms gently, a grip the other could easily pull out from.
"Forgive me if I'm reading this situation wrong." He hesitates as he leans in, his heart mimicking a rabbit in his ribcage, but he just has to squeeze his eyes shut and go for it. Warm lips are pressed against his, a sensation he didn't think he'd ever feel again for a while.
Clown stills, it feels like his heart could beat out of his chest as the doctor's lips are on his own, and it feels like forever before he feels himself reciprocating. Leaning into the touch, he places his hands comfortably on Legundo's legs. He is warm, the other's body heat combining with his nerves and excitement makes him heat up.
After the long shot in the dark of recommending Legundo for the place of inhouse doctor and him actually getting hired by the Hemlockes, seeing the man for the first time in a couple of years had resparked some of those buried feelings Clown hoped to keep down. That didn't exactly work out for him, but he hadn't expected to come close to enacting on those feelings, much less for the doctor to make the first move. Maybe it wasn't so bad...
He hates to admit it, but he wants to sit there forever, with their lips pressed together and their hands just resting on each other, intimately. Unfortunately, they're both still on duty and they're quickly reminded of that fact with a knock on the door.
Pluses of the doctor having his own little room, no one dares to just barge in – except Zombie – because of the fact he may have a patient in there with him.
"Doctor?" It was just Serapter. They reluctantly pull apart, both noting how red both their faces were. Clown quickly pulls his mask back on, buckling it back up at the back, and Legundo pushes himself backwards a bit.
He rubs his face in an attempt to cool himself down, before clearing his throat and speaking, "Come in."
Clown stands up and brushes himself off, straightening his sleeves that had gotten ruffled with how the other had gripped him. As the door opens and the star-masked man walks in, the head housekeeper mumbles a quiet 'Thank you' before exiting the room and closing the door behind him to let Legundo tend to the butler.
They need to have an important discussion when they get the privacy – which might take a while.