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The problem with allowing Kevin to explore any market while unsupervised is that sooner or later he will stumble across one gambling den or another, which may or may not result in him being chased by burly individuals a little too eager to fold him into pretzelian shapes. It is not that possessing a knack for estimating probabilities and having God on his side could ever be counted as cheating. It is just that rational explanations and assertions of fair play tend to fall on deaf ears when one's listeners have been stripped to their underthings.

Honestly, some people just don't know when to stop.

Not that Kevin himself is stopping any time soon. After a few twists and turns, one ruined spice stand, three turned trashcans and one stomped cat's tail, he is crashing right into you. Yes, you.

'Excuse me! Excuse me!'

The reason for his haste becomes quite apparent when a group of very angry beings belonging to a surprisingly varied selection of species turn around the corner. In compliance with universal protocol, they are also shouting and waving weapons in a most menacing fashion. A rather impressive feat, considering that they are, indeed, stripped to their underthings.

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Careful enough not to cause Mister Break to drop the eyeball, he practically pounces on him, covering his face with kisses while clutching his thighs for support.

'That is a miracle!'

And so is the fact that Mister Break is accepting something like that. Kevin is so happy for him!

He shouldn't have worried. Feeling useless and depressed would have been Gilbert's reaction, but it isn't Kevin's. Instead Kevin is on top of him, expressing his sincere delight. Break had been leaning back on one hand, but now he slumps back, giggling, so that he is lying on the roof, with Kevin on top of him.

"A miracle? Don't make me laugh. This little trinket is just a machine. It will never look real"

He had the eyeball protected in his fist. Now he opens it, again. It's a silvery white with a supersonic lens attachment.

"The real miracle was that somebody like you would want to help somebody like me."

He cannot be anything but happy at every step Mister Break takes towards embracing his own life. That, rather than his uselessness, is his main concern. Solomon has questioned his use a long time ago. He knows the full measure of his worthlessness, and that has nothing to do with Mister Break's happiness.

However, he shakes his head at Mister Break's comment, thumb stroking gently under the healed eye as he leans over his human.

'That was your choice, not mine. Loved ones have refused my meddling before. Repeatedly.' He gives the non-artificial eye a questioning look. 'How is that going so far?'

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It takes him a moment to realize what Kevin is driving at; when he does, he sidesteps quickly, "Ah, it's fine. I'm only thinking of this because it seemed... silly to refuse, when it was offered, you know."

Having been weak enough to reject his punishment in the first place, rejecting an artificial eye would be the height of self-indulgence, not to mention pointlessness, in his opinion. Abruptly he slides himself out from under Kevin. With his arms outstretched, he stands, balancing with one foot in front of the other on the edge of the roof.

"Anyway, I've got to go in for a little procedure. They said to make an appointment, once I've decided."

As a result of being around Mister Break long enough and just a tad obsessed with him, Kevin can tell when the man is behaving in a defensive manner, his body language more telling than his words. He approaches him once again, carefully watching his antics at the edge of the roof.

'What is..?' For a second, his concern is painfully obvious. Something is wrong with Mister Break's eye. He takes one more step towards him, head bowed, eyebrows knitted together. Why can't Mister Break keep his blessings? Why must he continue losing and losing? Is that too part of his punishment?

However, when he looks up again, he has a soft smile on his face. This is the wrong way to go about things, ins't it?

'A little procedure? My, my, you will be in an awful mood afterwards. I must come along and make sure no poor nurse suffers such fate!'

Break flaps his hands, waving off Kevin's serious expression. "Ha! Ha! Ha! As I value my life, I'm not going to be rude to a nurse. They're scary~! So, don't worry, don't worry! Certainly, I appreciate your kind offer, but it isn't necessary."

Break communicates by not communicating; his words are in code, hiding in plain sight what is hidden away in his heart: I value my life, and everything you've done for me. In truth, I am unnerved by the prospect of this operation, but I don't to worry you. So of course it isn't necessary for you to come with me, but I would sincerely appreciate it if you did.

It is only a matter of catching that adorable flapping hand and making sure the silly man doesn't drop off the rooftop while attempting not to communicate the obvious. Kevin approaches one more step, giving him an amused look as he brings that hand to his chest.

'Nonsense. Who are you going to hog the covers from if I am not around?'

Even if he is doing much better now, Mister Break's restless sleep is legendary.

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"Tsk, tsk. Clingy men, what a bother!"

Despite his protestations, Break doesn't draw his hand away, keeping his fingers pressed to Kevin's chest, next to his immortal heart.

"I suppose, if you insist on coming along, I can't stop you."

He steps back, pulling Mister Break away from the edge. He wonders if he can get away with what he is planning. The sky is, after all, mildly clouded.

'Good. We should pack as soon as we go back, wouldn't you agree?'

A non-divine duvet. Extra pillows too. And that book Mister Break has been reading. He should not forget the books.

"W-wait."

He digs his heels in, literally as well as figuratively, resisting Kevin's backwards step.

"Aren't we getting a bit ahead of ourselves? Haha! I haven't even made the appointment yet."

His fingers curl; his smile is forced; whether it's contrariness or ambivalence or simple nervousness is hard to say.

Whatever the case, Kevin is hugging him as soon as he glimpses that forced smile, both his feet dangerously close to the edge as he pats the man's head, comfortingly.

'Cheer up, Mister Break. Cheer up. At least you are not getting stabbed in the eye this time. Isn't that wonderful?'

"Mister Cecil," he says, his voice muffled from the hug. "Mister Cecil, your bedside manner needs work."

But the hug and the pat have done their work, and Break relaxes. It is not that he's afraid, not really. Simply.... so many changes. So many. Not only in his surroundings, but also in himself. It's enough to make his head spin.

'Oh, I merely happen to be out of practice, but there will be enough time to correct that, or so it would seem.'

He kisses the top of his forehead and then attempts to guide him away from the edge again.

'Besides, there is no need to be afraid.' He adds with a teasing smile.

His feet are following Kevin's lead, until...

His face reddens and he sputters, "I — I am not! I'm... Look, I'll call them tomorrow. This afternoon! It's fine!"

What can he do but laugh. It is a beautiful laugh too, warm and crystalline. Aw, Mister Break is blushing.

'It is fine.'