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[espresso_doppio]

Doppio didn't like to complain...even when he really wanted to. He felt like he had a lot things he could have complained about--he got headaches more than the others. He got tired more than the others. He got carsick more than the others. Still, he didn't like to dwell on the unfairness. He felt lucky he had nice people and a warm place to lay his head down at night. When he thought about that, it helped keep things in perspective.

But right now...he really, really, really wanted to complain about Reigen's driving. It felt like they were constantly swerving or stopping--when it wasn't a rock, it was a ledge. He couldn't even look out the windows to orient himself...not that it would have helped. There was tall grass everywhere. 'It's not the Captain's fault. The road ran out miles ago.' But then the van lurched as it came to another hard stop and Doppio couldn't fight a groan as he swallowed down a wave of nausea. After several failed attempts to rise from his bunk, he had given up. He buried his head in the pillow and took a few deep breaths.

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[throughthelookingmax]

Max let out a disbelieving laugh. "Really?"

[mp_strikinglyblessed]

“Wait, there’s more coming to me…” Reigen shuffled sideways around her in a slow circle. “You’re into…the wild and free-spirited type.”

[throughthelookingmax]

"Okay, well, that's a little closer."

[mp_strikinglyblessed]

“Remember that woman with the tattoo sleeve and the freaky cougar companion at the bazaar? I saw you get all fidgety. ” Reigen dropped the woo-woo mysticism and climbed into the back of the van.

[throughthelookingmax]

"Guilty as charged." There was no use hiding it. Not that Max had a reason to hide it.

[mp_strikinglyblessed]

“…So?” Reigen unzipped his duffel bag, looking for the his eye mask. “I haven’t asked you yet if there’s someone special we should be on the lookout for.”

[throughthelookingmax]

"Not anymore," Max said. "There was this bartender back home I was interested in, though."

[mp_strikinglyblessed]

“How about family or friends?”

[throughthelookingmax]

"I'm not really on good terms with my parents."

[mp_strikinglyblessed]

“Understood.” Reigen sat back on his heels as he inspected the sleep mask. It was fraying a bit where the strap was sewn to the cloth. He’d ask Delilah for a needle later.

[throughthelookingmax]

"What about you? It's your student this, your student that. Is he the only person in your life?"

[mp_strikinglyblessed]

“No,” Reigen uttered reflexively.

[throughthelookingmax]

"No family, either?"

[mp_strikinglyblessed]

“I don’t see them often. Besides, my clientele and friends from college are all grown.” Reigen gestured at her insistently as he spoke. “My student’s a middle schooler for crying out loud. Just a kid. He needs me way more than any of them.”

[throughthelookingmax]

"Huh." Max let it linger in the air before she spoke again. "He must be pretty important to you."

[mp_strikinglyblessed]

Reigen didn’t look up from his mask. “We got separated during a work trip. He’s my responsibility.”

[throughthelookingmax]

"Hmmm... Why do I get the feeling that's not all of it?"

[mp_strikinglyblessed]

“What are you implying?”

[throughthelookingmax]

"I think you care about him a lot more than you're letting on. I'm a teacher too and I haven't really thought about my students for more than a few minutes."

[mp_strikinglyblessed]

“Well…you see, he’s not just my student. And I’m not just his teacher. It’s deeper than that.”

[throughthelookingmax]

"Is he... like a son to you?"

[mp_strikinglyblessed]

Reigen jerked like he was stabbed. “No, no. Do I look that old to you!?” He cleared his throat. “He’s my deshi.”

[throughthelookingmax]

"Don't have to be old to look at someone as your son."

[mp_strikinglyblessed]

“It’s not like that. He made a commitment to his learning and I made a commitment to his teaching. He shows up for me and I show up for him. And…I’m the adult. He trusts me.”

As he spoke, his eyes were going to the cooler under the table. His chest was thrumming unpleasantly. He took a deep breath.

“That’s how it is. I can’t leave him alone. What would I be teaching him about the world…about people…if I did that?”

[throughthelookingmax]

Max made a soft affirming noise. "You're a real good guy, you know that?"