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[A few hours after this, Break's PCD is jostled on.

It's a video feed, yes, but all that's visible is the inside of Break's pocket. From the sounds of things, he's still in the streets, propped against a building, wheezing for breath. A few coughs, and he spits blood onto his white coat sleeve, sinks to the ground with a groan.

Not a good day.]

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[For the best. The speed is gradual, but they do end up going rather fast.

Al spends the ride thinking, allowing himself to grasp the situation at hand, to organize how he feels about it, take it back out of the box where he'd tucked away the feelings he didn't want to deal with. Yuca... Al sighs a bit.

He starts slowing down with plenty of time to spare, lowering the bike slowly into the clinic's yard. They finally set down with a very tiny thump, and Al shifts off, automatically lifting a hand to steady Break if he were to fall, as he'd do to anyone else.

Finally... he decides that Break would want to know.]

You know... he did ask me to check on you. I would have come in any case, but... he wanted to make sure you were okay.

It was a genuine misunderstanding. I was going to send someone to make sure I didn't do him a lasting harm. He might easily have been concussed, or had a crushed windpipe or broken nose.

[Yes, Break fights incredibly dirty. And ruthlessly. And well.]

If nobody else does check on him, I will. [But only after he knows that no one else is going. Yuca's bad for his heart right now.]

He seemed able to breathe well enough, and his nose didn't look terribly crooked... and he didn't seem to be seeing double or getting nauseous.

... you really held your own, there.

I fight creatures much more powerful than Yuca Collabell on a fairly routine basis.

[He dismisses idly, trying to work out where he is exactly.]

Although he did give me a bit of a run for my money.

[A very light touch on Break's forearm, a tug at his sleeve to show him where to go to get through the doorway.]

You do, huh?

Mmhm. Big, bad monsters.

[If you can get past the sing songing tone, Al, he's telling the truth.]

Is this the clinic after all?

Mhm, well, I'm glad you can take care of yourself.

Yes. If we can find Ms. Unohana, she'll be able to give you a look-over and make sure everything's where it's supposed to be.

I'll tell you another secret, Al. Nothing about me is remotely what it's supposed to be.

That could mean a lot of things, you know.

[Small tug as they turn the corner.]

And it does, I promise.

Do you think it might be all right to trust him a little?

Yuca?

Mmhmm.

[Silence, for a heartbeat, but the footsteps come to a stop. Al can't help it. He reaches out, sets a hand on Break's hair.]

So long as you're careful. ... I don't want you to have your heart broken.

[That actually makes him snort.]

Unlikely, Al.

Guess I'm projecting, then.

[Smilesmile, all through his voice.]

Oh dear, Al.

[Smiles or not-]

It's a bad habit of mine. Nothing else.

[He'd be insane to make a move on it anyway, that would crash and burn SO BADLY.]

I'm truly, truly sorry, my friend.

[It would.]

...

Let's just say that it was probably good for me that he showed his true colors when he did.

Ah... she's not in her office...

I can see how that would have been-

[Break looks privately relieved at the news.]

-her powers alarm me, truly.

You really don't like seeing a doctor, do you?

[Weeeeell.]

She's probably out on rounds... we can wait, and I'll make you something hot?

[CHANGING SUBJECT GO.]

Doctors are fine.

Flying spiritual sea creatures are something else entirely!

But yes, tea would be lovely.

[He has to giggle, he must mean the ray.] I've seen that, it's a little different, but still pretty cool!

[Click of cups. He brings in enough tea and supplies that he knows Unohana won't mind him making a pot or two. He's tempted to put together something to help Break, but he doesn't know enough about herbs to accurately do something for him. Instead, he'll just find some honey-lemon.]

Would you like some honey in yours too?

Oh, yes please. I'm tempted to eat it by the spoonful, with how little sugar I can find here.

[Bane of his life, the dietary restrictions here. Of course, wanting to dine entirely on cupcakes isn't precisely reasonable, he knows... but it'd be nice.]

I'm not looking forward to having to forage in the cold again.

I don't think you'll have to do much of that, living with Zuko and the others. [Chuckle, but he does stir in a couple spoonfuls.]

Haaah, I have a sweet tooth too. I should bake you a cake sometime.

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