Zechs x Duo Recs

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He waited, but the other boy remained quiet, withdrawn, his eyes still distant and haunted by some sorrow Wufei only dimly understood. Coughing softly, he moved to the bed and unfolded the silk he'd laid there earlier. "Here. I brought you these. They're mine, but you're welcome to borrow them until Zechs can get you your own clothes."

A little life returned to Duo's face, although in the form of obstinacy. "I don't need anything from him."

"Our status is completely dependent on Treize and Zechs. We are no longer anyone. We have ceased to exist as far as any official records are concerned."

"What's that matter to me? I've never been anyone."

"Duo, can't you try to be at least a little understanding? Zechs is trying to do his best for you." Wufei nearly blurted out how nearly he'd escaped being given to Tuberov or Dermail or the others, but Zechs had forbidden him to do so. He didn't want Duo burdened by another fear, he said, although Wufei doubted his judgement. In his opinion, it was always better to know one's enemies.

"Understand?" Duo laughed, a harsh, ugly sound. "Why? How the hell is keeping me shut up here 'doing his best'?"

Without being able to mention the other men, Wufei could scarcely explain. "Duo, I apologize--I didn't come here to argue with you. You must be exhausted. Why don't you get some sleep? Things won't look so bad tomorrow."

"I'll still look like a prisoner tomorrow."

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