Duo held Wufei’s hand as the pissy dragon laid on his stomach. The wounds were healed, but still a bit tender. A week’s recovery had been prescribed and Q and Heero were strictly enforcing Mistress Loquinn’s orders. Much to a dragon’s discomfort.

Wufei noticed Duo’s attention wandering as the Banshee was wondering where Heero had disappeared to. To retain the focus, he squeezed the hand in his and cleared his throat pathetically. “Duo.”

Feeling guilty, Duo brought his focus back to his patient, determined to give him all the care he needed. “Do you need anything? A drink? Food perhaps? Anything, just say it.”

“Duo, I have something to tell you.” Wufei paused for dramatic affect.

“Yes Wufei? You know you can tell me anything.” Duo leaned closer so that Wufei wouldn’t have to strain himself talking.

The dragon cleared his throat and began. “I… I saw your father.” He squeezed Duo’s hand at the ensuing gasp. “He asked for me to tell you… He loves you, and is always with you. Also, to tell you that Heero has good form, but he could show you two a trick or two.”

Wufei’s eyes widened as Duo’s face turned a banned shade of red before turning a deathly white, right before he fainted. “Oh Shit.”