Happiness

One day.
Two.
A week.
Two weeks.
Three weeks.

And he still hadn't woken up.

Matias stayed glued to his seat, watching over the man resting on the bed. The once gleeful killer obsessed with happiness had now been reduced to a silent man in a coma. His expression was peaceful in his deep sleep, not a trace of a smile on him.
Two weeks ago his body had completely healed from the mysterious bullet wounds. Both the milkman and Donut tried to figure out who was responsible, but always came to a dead end. Meanwhile, the media was nothing but good news. It was safe to walk the streets again now that the infamous Smiley seemed to disappear off the face of the earth.
It was funny, right? The world was a better place with him gone.
But it didn't feel that way. Not to him.
Matias was a wreck. He could barely focus on his deliveries, and even the customers had noticed the distracted look in his eyes. He couldn't think about hunting people. Every time he got home he'd immediately go to check on Richard, sitting and waiting. If it hadn't been for Oliver he was sure he would have starved.
Despite it all, despite his silent begs, Richard never moved from his spot.

Matias dropped his head into his gloved hands. Warm tears rolled down his cheeks. Was this it? Was Richard destined to stay asleep for eternity? They'd never talk to each other again? Never go visit town, help each other with kills? Never embrace?
If he had known... If only he'd known then he wouldn't have been so cold or distant, he'd-he'd-
"Wake up," the milkman pleaded again. "Please. I'll do anything. I'll smile for you, just wake up."
His body shuddered with cries he struggled to keep down, but he was starting to get overwhelmed. He couldn't handle this anymore. To give him a friend and then yank him away was too cruel.
"... Really...?"
Matias froze.
He slowly lowered his hands. Richard had his head turned to him, his eyes opened barely, but opened nonetheless, and watching him. The killer smiled weakly.
"You'd smile... just for me?" he whispered. He stretched an arm out slowly and lifted it to caress the milkman's cheek, his thumb brushing away fresh tears that came.
Matias leaned into the touch, allowing himself to let out all the despair he held in.
"I... I thought you died..." he admitted. Part of him still believed it, thinking that his mind was now pulling tricks on him.
Richard let out a quiet laugh.
"How could I leave someone like you?"