Kurapika's p.o.v.
Kurapika was on the couch, reading a book.
The front door opened, so he looked up to greet a, crying Leorio? Shit. He closed his book and ran over to his husband.
"Darling, come here," Kurapika said, leading Leorio to the couch. Kurapika knew he lost a patient today. He laid on the couch and patted his chest for Leorio.
"But-"
"You need the comfort."
Leorio laid on top of Kurapika, resting his head over his heart.
"I lost two patients today. They were only kids," Leorio sniffled. Kurapika started massaging Leorio's scalp.
"It was hard, wasn't it?" Kurapika asked. Leorio nodded.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For being emotional, and not being able to save people." Leorio started sobbing.
"It's okay to be emotional, and you can't save everyone, and that's okay. At least you did the best you could to save them," Kurapika said. Leorio nodded.
"Thank you," Leorio cried.
"You're welcome, my darling," Kurapika said, placing a kiss on the top of Leorio's head.
Leorio eventually fell asleep, so Kurapika picked him up and carried him to their room.
"Goodnight, my darling," Kurapika murmured, crawling into bed next to his husband.
