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"I was never a spoiled rich kid," he sniffs, looking dour, then cracks up a bit. It's subtle, a softening of his mouth and a relaxing shift in his posture. He's back a bit to his old self, before Porsche. Cold and unapproachable.

"But I agree. Actual furniture is a definite thing on the list." Even if they have to make it themselves. Maybe. Technically he could hammer a nail into wood but would the pieces stay together? Probably not.

Well... Vegas is good with a knife? Maybe he could carve something???? Probably not.

"I'm surprised they have free-standing toilets here." Not that squat toilets were unheard of where they're from, but did they have them in their homes? NO!

The older places have them. Dorms, places where they have to hold people cheaply. "You weren't in the dormitories they have for the refugees." Kinn knows all too well. It was the best way to 'blend in' while he was trying to get his footing around here.

"No, I woke up in that medieval hospital," he murmured. "Bedpans are so much more fun."

"Could be worse." He keeps his tone light on that as they finally make it into the bathhouse. And it's as traditional as one could get with well-worn wooden slat flooring, the stool and 'bowl' for bathing and a wood tub for soaking. On a low shelf laid all the supplies Kinn could scrounge up, medical supplies included. The interior of the house is warm and humid, steadily on its way to becoming hot and humid. He didn't know where Vegas' spare clothing was and like hell was he going to rummage through the man's room so some extra robes would have to do.

"Here we are," Kinn announced, keeping a firm hand on Vegas in the process. "Spa day awaits. Including all the fun of bandage changing."

"Spa day? Am I getting a massage too?" He's teasing of course. Though a massage would be great, just not from Kinn. That's a little too much to be tolerated.

The heat was nice and helped Vegas catch his breath more easily. He doesn't wait for any sort of permission before shrugging off the robe he's been wearing. He can even manage to unwind the bandages, though between that and the walk, he's already starting to feel exhaustion setting in. He finally takes a look at the scars and sighs. Four shots that should have killed them if not for the Theerapanyakul on-site medical facilities and influence in the hospital proper.

"Pete tell you I lost a kidney in all this?"

He's damn lucky that's all he lost.

"Mm. Not recently, but I was informed."

No, he's not giving you a massage, Vegas. He will pass the message on to Pete if he sees the ex-bodyguard before Vegas. Kinn only glances briefly, just to make certain nothing's oozing or possibly enflamed. Then he's back to doing some random busy work, ready to offer a hand and arm to help him stand or sit.

"Guess you're not donating if I need one. But then I'll have to donate if you need one. Maybe we're not a match at all and Khun is. Or would you rather have Kim's? Might be a better match." He will freely admit that his baby brother is a psychopath. Just a little more stable than Vegas, though.

Vegas snorts a laugh. "Kim's about as willing to give something to me as Khun is. I think they'd both let me die before giving up a part of themselves." That? That he's sincere about. He's honestly still surprised Kinn's giving him another chance. It's easy for him to forget that Kinn was just as much a pawn in their fathers' games as he was.

Everything is healing as well as can be expected. Too bad there are no plastic surgeons in medieval times to help fix up the after-effects. Vegas is a little too vain to want scars. It's bad enough he has one on his fucking face. Well, at least he knows Pete won't mind them much.

He sighs quietly, perhaps with a little hesitance, before sliding out of his undershorts. It was Vegas who asked for the bath. No sense in feeling shy now.

Kinn's doing his very best to provide as much privacy as possible. But he's not leaving Vegas alone in the bathhouse to slip and fall or drown if the water's too warm. Kim and Khun were not the ones whose boyfriend had been drugged by Vegas among other things. Then again, they weren't pitted against their cousin as he had been. And after talking to Porsche about it all, he's willing to take a page out of his boyfriend's book.

"Good thing they're not stuck here, then."

He'd have a time trying to keep everyone at peace. But now that Vegas is seated, he can relax a bit.

"Once you're better, what are you thinking of doing around here? We can't keep you cooking 24/7."

Listen, he's still surprised Porsche was willing to speak to him after everything he's done to that guy, directly and indirectly. Not to mention what he did to Pete. Even that orange cat of a man figured out it was him.

Maybe these people are all just more forgiving than Vegas was ever willing to acknowledge.

"I'm not sure yet," he answered, staring at the floor. "I'll have to see what's out there."

He shifts his gaze to Vegas' back for a moment. "Well, so far it's terrifyingly boring being mostly quiet out there." He wasn't missing anything, really.

"So you have to heal up to go see for yourself." With that, have a wet wash cloth tossed at your back. That's pretty safe, right?

"I'm trying," he insisted. He would love to be better and not confined to walking the house every now and then without getting exhausted. Or needed a monitor just to bathe (not that he minds Pete helping out with that task). But it would be nice to be back up to par, physically.

He grabs the cloth before it can slide down his back and starts to wash. He's careful when he bends to get his lower legs and feet clean (though there might be an old man groan or two). It actually feels good to wipe away the days of sweat and stink. He can only imagine how much better a soak will feel on his aching muscles from sleeping on the floor.

Kinn pretends he doesn't hear the groans. As long as he doesn't hear things knocking over, he's fine. Once complete with mindless busy work -there wasn't much to begin with- he looks out the small window to the garden.

"Pete found us guns. At the place, I've been scouting for a few weeks." He still has no idea that Tay was a part of that mess.

"Good."

Even if they didn't particularly need them -- which was yet to be determined! -- it was nice to have them. At least that was Vegas' thought on the matter.

"Pete's been doing a good job of getting out and getting to know this place."

"He has been a great asset."

That Kinn couldn't deny. But he also was not the one asking Pete to do any of these things, either. He keeps close and waits for Vegas to start making noises that he's done before offering--

"Do you want to soak or prefer to just get bandaged up?"

Vegas looks down at his stomach once more. Four perfect marks that seem to be completely closed up. A soak probably wouldn't hurt. Plus with Wen Qing's magic, things have been healing faster.

"I'll soak."

So this was going to be weird. Kinn didn't want it to be weird, but here they were. He grabs one of the mid sized towels and dangles it for a moment in front of Vegas as he keeps behind. It wasn't like he had any qualms of his own about this, but he honestly didn't want to see another Theerapanyakul dick if he could help it.

"If you brace up against me with your back, there's less core strain." Again, he knew. Doesn't want to know, but he did. Once he got Vegas soaking, he could go putter out a bit and call in every once in a while to make certain the man hadn't sunk under the surface.

Please! As if Vegas wants Kinn looking at his junk! So, he happily takes the towel to cover himself.

"You could just take my elbow. I managed to get off the floor by myself; I think standing from a seat can't be that much harder."

But whatever. He'll take what help Kinn offers if it means getting to soak for a little bit.

He didn't know how mobile Vegas was. Once the towel was in its proper place, Kinn moved around and took hold of his cousin's elbow, bracing himself to give Vegas the leverage to get up. But have trust Vegas-Kinn has -1000 interest in your junk.

It's easier than he thought to get Vegas to soak in the tub. Once Vegas was settled, he chose to busy himself with the medical supplies to make certain he didn't need anything else. "Been sleeping okay?"

He's trying for small talk.

Getting into the tub wasn't hard. Between the state-of-the-art medical care he had in Bangkok and Wen Qing's cultivator magic here, he's actually healing very well and very quickly. Is there still some pain? Yes. Is there still some difficulty in moving? Sure. But he's been in bed for basically a month. He's out of shape and just walking can make him tired. But he's getting better with each passing day.

"It's getting better." Mostly it's been pain keeping him awake. He's getting used to the futons, and it's always easier now with Pete beside him. "Every day's a little better," he repeats. But he means it. He's being straight with Kinn in the interest of repairing the damage between them. Sighing as he sinks deeper into the hot water, he cants his head to peer over at his cousin.

"You okay?" Without Porsche here, he means.

Kinn hears the question and understands what isn't said. He looks away. "No. But that doesn't matter much since it isn't going to change." That took a lot to admit. He's drowning here and it's so easy to go back to what is familiar. Mafia was a security blanket. At least he knew how to organize and direct that. That was old hat and he knew exactly what to do. Surviving here without Porsche? He doesn't know how to do that.

"I will keep my family protected and as happy and satisfied for as long as we're stuck here. And I will accept my role in it, too."

"You don't have to do that, Kinn," Vegas uttered quietly. But he understood why. Oh, did he understand. When Pete left him, Vegas went hard back to his father. Back to everything he knew and understood from before Pete. He still won't admit that even if they'd succeeded in their little coups against the major family, he wouldn't have won his father's approval. That's the carrot Gun always dangled in front of him.

"Adapt or die, Vegas. That's what we learned first."

He didn't have another choice. Not here. So he would do what he felt was best to keep the family safe.

He knows that, too.

Part of him wished it could all just die with them. The fact that most, if not all, this generation of Theerapanyakul men are gay, if any of them ended up with kids could they possibly do any better than their own fathers did? Teaching them violence and vigilance alongside their ABCs.

Vegas sighed. He never realized how much he hated all this until his father was gone and there was no one left to impress.

"Adapt, being the key part of that. We don't have the money, the connections, the influence to build any sort of empire here. We don't even know enough about this place to try." He paused. "You should talk to Tay. He's not doing so great without Time."

"We will," he says solemnly, like he's making a promise. At the mention of Tay, Kinn scowls a bit.

"Would if he wasn't avoiding me."

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