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[winces]

CHARACTERS: olivia (winces) & sakata gintoki (naturallywavy)
DATE: some time after the demolition?
WARNINGS: burn injuries? gintoki's mind/mouth?
SUMMARY: someone's in need of some healing

[ not long after things turned south for them (again), olivia has taken to wandering the supposed "scene of the crime." she hadn't been very involved in the fighting, this time around, and for good reason, really, given how drastic things had turned... and so she thought to make up for that by seeking avenues she could help, as much as she could with what minimal abilities she had left.

it's saffron, though, that finds him. the lion cub's head had turned up, nose sniffing at the air as something familiar catches his attention. olivia only had time to glance at him curiously before the lion cub was off, dashing through the rocks and rubble. she calls out after him, careful not to trip or fall over the molten rocks as she struggles to follow after and keep up.

by the time she happens upon them both — gintoki, his body prone and covered in burns, and saffron, sniffing curiously at his toes in an obvious attempt to gauge whether or not this burnt human was food or not — she has only enough breath left to gasp sharply, one hand flying up to cover her gaping mouth. ]

S-Saffron! Shoo!

[ she waves the cub away, who obeys rather reluctantly, and quickly comes up to gintoki's side, one hand carefully pushing back some white curls form his forehead. ]

Mr. Gintoki...? Gintoki, are you okay? Can you hear me?

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[winces]

[ she would not be surprised to hear that he has already ascended to that height. less so to know that he had done so with the help of others. for how else does one climb to that level without the solid mountain beneath your feet, or the strong wind beneath your wings?

it simply her hope that he will come to acknowledge and accept that in his heart — that he needn't be quite as alone as he thinks he should be.

no, she knows he has achieved much. especially because he hasn't spoken about it. it's just the kind of person he is, really — he reveals so much more the less he actually speaks. ]

Isn't that my line?

[ she does not laugh, but the levity is there in her tone. coming forward, she leans down to press a soft, fleeting kiss along the apple of his cheek. a touch of her hand lingers against the other, even when she straightens up again, but eventually that too is drawn away. ]

Good night, Mr. Fruit. Sweet dreams.

[naturallywavy]

<sub>[ Gintoki breath catches in his throat when she says that. Ugh. This was so disgusting— opening up like this, talking things through. To top it all off, she's being affectionate again.

That's it. It's fine.
Gintoki cares for people quickly, so it's not a surprise he cares so much for her.

He doesn't scoff, or huff, or make a usual response when people give him affection. In fact, he relishes in it, cause he isn't sure if anything like this is going to happen again.

He says nothing, watching her wordlessly until she leaves the room and he kicks back, stretching as much as he can against the bed. Gazing at the ceiling, he mutters: ]</sub>

Yeah.
I believe in you.
I always will, idiot.