[There's definitely blight in there; Hakkai glances up, and catches the flask sailing towards him, leaving a rusty smear on the plastic from his fingertips. He offers Gojyo a careful, silent nod of acknowledgement, and uncaps the flask, washing the purple stains at the edge of each cut away with judicious splashes.
It takes him two tries to secure the cap again. There's a part of him, carefully walled up, that's screaming with panic at Gojyo's proximity. It's the part that can't stop remembering a surprised look and blood that never really was on his hands, and a text message that really had been sent. I was going to kill myself....
His hands aren't shaking, but he doesn't trust them to throw the flask back. He presses a few more wadded-up tissues over the cuts, holding them with one hand as he holds the flask out for Gojyo to take it back.]
We still talk. And Chikusa invited her by for dinner.
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It takes him two tries to secure the cap again. There's a part of him, carefully walled up, that's screaming with panic at Gojyo's proximity. It's the part that can't stop remembering a surprised look and blood that never really was on his hands, and a text message that really had been sent. I was going to kill myself....
His hands aren't shaking, but he doesn't trust them to throw the flask back. He presses a few more wadded-up tissues over the cuts, holding them with one hand as he holds the flask out for Gojyo to take it back.]
We still talk. And Chikusa invited her by for dinner.