Guilt (nsfw)

It was surreal for Natsuo to see the penthouse again. He looked around as if he was a stranger there for the first time, paying attention to how neat and clean everything was. All the stacks of medical books left by Natsuo and Jiro's patient papers had been put away. The panoramic windows were spotless and every pillow on the couch was fluffed up and placed precisely. Fresh flowers in glass vases filled the room with a sweet aroma.

"I had the place cleaned. And the books are stored, if you still want to read them," Jiro explained, placing his shoes at the entrance.

He grabbed Natsuo by the shoulders and turned him towards him before he could say anything.

"Thanks for not giving up on me. I don't know how I can ever make it up to you," he said with a soft smile on his face. He pulled Natsuo into a hug, running his hands through his hair as he held him tight.

"And I'm sorry for how I behaved when you came to see me the first time. I was a mess."