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[ If anyone is looking for N, he will not be easy to find. His Pokemon seem to be missing too, though his name still registers on the SFC. However, he does not seem to be answering messages, though one is free to leave one and try their luck.

He does, however, send out short messages to anyone he has made plans to meet with this week, leaving them a short message that simply says: I need to cancel this week. Sorry. ]

[Private Text to Red]
I'm sorry I upset you.

But I can't be sorry for fighting Silver. I'll leave him alone now. He's got his choices, and I said what I wanted to say.

But I couldn't just let him go like that. Let him take Feraligatr back and think he had won, that everything was going to be okay the way it was. Maybe it's not important to anyone else, what a trainer does to his Pokemon. Maybe to everyone else the rights of a human is more important. But not to me.

Green's right. I don't deserve you. I'm not like other people and I'm never going to be. This just proves it.

[ The message ends there, and then, a few minutes later: ]

Go to the Clinic if you're still feeling bad. And get some sleep.

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You're too hard on yourself.

[ As if N wasn't. But N saw his own flaws more acutely than perhaps anyone else. ]

You are, too...

[There's a sad smile. But there's a bit of a tease somewhere there, too. He pulls back gently, then moves his one hand to start fixing N's messy hair.]

[ N does not respond, but he leans into Red's hand, quietly letting him fix his hair. He finds comfort in the gesture, and it is perhaps a sign that he is calming down, becoming more willing to let Red help him through this. ]

[That smile turns changes into a warmer one, lowering himself to N's face level as his knees bent. Red cups both of N's cheeks this time, moving his thumbs slowly to wipe those tears away, one by one...

It will be okay, is what's spelled across Red's eyes.]

[ N looks up at him quietly, saying no words. He just soaks up the physical contact, needing that stability. ]

[And it was just silence for a while... Just like this, Red stays right beside N, supplying him warmth and comfort until he fully calms down.]

Red...

[ His voice is soft and small. ]

...I'm tired.

[ He hasn't slept since the fight, and, in fact, has barely rested since his argument with Naoya. His body is still bruised from Silver's hits and kicks, and he aches all over. Not to mention what a headache crying like this has given him. ]

[It seems that N has calmed enough... He's ready to come home, then.]

... Let's go home, N.

[Red stands up first, a slow movement without letting go of N's hands. He softly tugs N up, offering assistance for when N stands as well.]

[ N does not protest, standing, though his shoulders slump with weariness. The Pokemon get up as well, recognizing their trainer is finally ready to leave. ]

[With the limited source of light, Red couldn't really see N's bruises. But to see his weariness now... it gave him the idea that N didn't even treat himself before running away. This could be bad.]

Hold on, all right...?

[Red decides to carry N in his arms once again. It's a familiar feeling... He's carried him before, after all... When N was also tired. He's definitely sick, but he didn't lie about what he said before. For N, he will know no pain and will be strong. A comforting smile follows after.]

Red -- !

[ At being picked up, N struggles to get put back down, despite the fact it only irritates the bruising farther. ]

No, no, you're sick -- I can walk!

I'm all right. You're in a worse condition than me. Don't move, or you'll hurt yourself more.

[Not to mention make it harder for him, too.]

No -- Red, don't carry me. We can walk together.

... Then if I do, at least let me support you.

Just...hold my hand? Please?

... Mm.

[Red gently sighs, then lets N down now. He offers his hand out afterwards.]

[ N takes his hand, then starts to walk out of the warehouse with him. ]

[Now that they're in a lighted area, Red glances over to N to observe his condition. It's worse than he thought... It's a good thing that they still had supplies of first aid at home. He'll treat N right the moment they both sit down...]

[ N is quiet on the walk home. As soon as they are in the door he kicks off his shoes and removes his hat, and then starts for the stairs.

All he wants to do is to go collapse into bed and sleep. ]

[Red doesn't follow. He allows N to head to his room while he fetches the first aid kit. Shortly, he follows up. He knocks on the wall gently to indicate the he's entering the room as well.]

... Don't mind me. Go ahead and rest.

Hnn?

[ N peeks up at him from a mess of green hair and pillows. ]

[After setting the kit down, Red sits by one side of the bed, on the floor. He opens the kit to slide out a clean towel, then starts cleaning N off first while he's lying down like that.

He brushes off dirt or dust, and makes sure that the bruise areas are properly cleansed as well. When that was done, he proceeds to apply antiseptic with careful pressure.]

[ N is quiet, letting him, though he makes a soft sound of protest when Red touches some of the darker bruises. ]

Sorry... Hang in there, okay?

[Red holds N's hand to assure him that he'll try his best not to make this hurt much. He continues to treat N afterwards. He had to remove N's white jacket eventually, setting it neatly at one side.]

[ When he gets that far, N makes himself move to help, removing his bracelets and then his undershirt, though the movement makes him wince. ]

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