Once home, Day quickly stripped out of his dirty blood-cover clothes, pulled on old pajamas, and happily snuggled up on the couch before Wen grabbed him and dragged him through the master bedroom and into the attached bathroom. The cut on his arm wasn't too severe, but it was slightly worrying. Wen had suggested calling his physician, but Day had adamantly refused, insisting he would take care of it himself.
'Taking care of it', Wen noted, as he pulled the protesting man's sweatshirt off, consisted of a few paper towels hastily taped together around his upper arm. Wen was not impressed. He attempted to pull Day's undershirt off, but the man squirmed and twisted until Wen gave up and went to work around it.
The cut wasn't deep enough for stitches, but it badly needed to be cleaned and properly bandaged. It would probably scar, but otherwise wouldn't cause lasting damage if treated properly.
"It's fine! There's really no need!" Day exclaimed, feeling his face heat furiously as Wen gently examined his wound.
Wen didn't respond, only tightened his grip slightly so Day couldn't pull away. He had plenty of experience cleaning his own minor wounds, and his bathroom was kept fully stocked with any supplies needed. He went to work quickly, aware that Day sitting still was not going to last very long.
After dousing the wound in antiseptic, he automatically expected Day to wince or try to pull away, as it would cause quite a sting. To his surprise Day did neither, seeming as if he hadn't even noticed the pain.
"Are you alright?" Wen asked.
"Hm? I'm fine."
Wen went back to his work, cleaning Day's arm as quickly as possible. There ended up being a fair amount of rocks and dirt ground in from when he had slammed into the ground, which needed to be forced out one by one. Day didn't move, again appearing like he didn't notice, even when Wen had to dig tweezers in deep to pull out a particularly stubborn piece of gravel.
When Wen's work was finally finished, he wrapped Day's arm in a clean bandage. "There," he said, "all done. See, that wasn't so bad."
Day huffed, but stood with a soft, "thank you." He walked out of the bathroom and through Wen;s bedroom, stopping at the door when Wen reached out a hand and held him back.
"What I said," Wen said, as soon as Day had turned around, "about being sorry, I meant it. I can't take those things back, but I wish I could."
"I…thank you," Day muttered, feeling very awkward. Then after a moment he mustered up the courage to ask, "but did you mean it? Even if you are sorry for saying it, do you really not trust me?"
Wen froze, unsure of what to say.
"You are still suspicious of me," Day said softly, deflating slightly.
"It's…it's my job," Wen said weakly, unsure why he suddenly felt such overwhelming guilt.
"Right."
"I'm not that suspicious of you," Wen said quickly, having the urge to say anything to get the despondent look off of Day's face, "or not as much as I should be, considering the circumstances."
"I was only trying to help," Day said, looking like he might cry, "I just wanted to be a useful employee. I didn't mean to make things worse."
"You are useful," Wen said quickly, putting a large hand on Day's shoulder. "You are…good at your job."
Day stared up at Wen with an unreadable expression, eyes widening as he leaned into the touch. After a quiet moment he asked tentatively, "but you're still suspicious?"
Wen grimaced. "Only a little. But that's not your fault. It's my job to be cautious."
Day brightened at this, and Wen breathed out in relief. He began to withdraw his hand when Day grabbed onto it, holding it tightly. His eyes had a sudden glint to them and Wen mentally prepared for whatever nonsense was about to follow.
"In that case," Day chirped, "I have a great idea to help you!"
"Oh?"
"I'll stay here! That way you can keep a very close eye on me!"
"You already do stay here?" Wen tried to focus on Day's words, and not the way the man's much smaller hand was still clinging to his.
"No, I'll stay here," Day said, gesturing to Wen's room with his free hand.
"But this is my room," Wen said slowly, wondering if he was misunderstanding something.
"Exactly! It's a good idea, right? It's a big room so it can be both of ours now."
"There…there's only one bed," Wen stuttered, "if you sleep there, where will I sleep?"
"Obviously in the same bed." At Wen's shocked expression, Day continued quickly, "I'll stay on my side and you'll stay on yours! I'll even make a wall with pillows. It's a big bed. Don't make it weird."
"I'm not making it weird," Wen mumbled weakly.
Before there could be anymore protests, Day bounced over to the bed and burrowed under the covers.
"This is a great plan!" He said happily.
Truthfully, embedding himself this deepening into the Big Boss's life had not been Day's plan. He had thought staying remotely close, and useful, would be plenty to keep him safe. But it seemed he was greedier. The chance to wrap himself into a soft blanket that smelled like Wen and fall asleep to the sound of the other man breathing was too much to resist.
Wen was shocked by this sudden development, but he had a reputation to uphold. Nothing could shake him. Not even this. After a few calming breaths he made his way to his side of the bed and wordlessly slid in.
He couldn't help his amused smile when he noticed that Day was indeed constructing a wall of pillows, carefully lining the middle of the bed until it was separated into two distinct sections. Once done, he smiled proudly up at Wen who forced himself to hide his smile and instead nodded in serious approval.
At that, Day flopped down and immediately fell asleep, before Wen could make any further comment.
Wen supposed he was supposed to be keeping a close eye on Day. This was very, very close. He figured that for his professional purposes, it was probably just the right amount of close. He closed his eyes and within moments drifted to sleep, lulled by the soft sounds of Day's breathing.