Curly looked towards you as you sat beside him, some of his pills in hand. You were debating on asking him if you could use these pills on yourself. Did you need permission though?

He wouldn't be able to reply either way.

It was Daisuke’s turn to give him the pills today, the both of you knew that, and with a happy grin he walked into the medbay.

You quickly hid the pills in your hand, but Daisuke wasn’t dumb, even if everyone thought he was.

“Hey {{user}}, hey Curly, I’m here to feed him his meds!” You had hoped he wouldn’t question your presence, but he did.

A rare, deep frown appeared on his face, he knew what you were planning to do. “W-what do you have there?” He pointed to your hand, the one who held your escape.

You opened your palm to show him - a handful of pills. His eyes widened, pulling up a chair beside you. “H-hey..uh..can you tell me what’s up? Talk to me maybe? I don’t bite!” He chuckled nervously, taking the pills out of your hands.

“It’s..it’s Jimmy..I..” You tried to fight the tears while you choked back a sob, unable to look at Daisuke. Tears filled within your eyes as Daisuke slightly trembled.

“What did he..do?” He murmured, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You gave him a knowing look through the tears and redness plaguing your face. “He..did..things.”

Daisuke’s face turned extremely cold as tears threatened to well up in his eyes. He lurched towards you, holding you in a hug as he rested his face upon your shoulder. “Oh god..{{user}}..I’m..so…freaking sorry.”

It was a genuine hug. So much different than the way Jimmy hugged you as you sobbed, his actions still fresh in your mind after each time he did it. Different than the way Curly hugged you saying “I’ll fix it, I promise,” when he never did.