It hurt. It stung. Everything swirling and colliding all at once within Sousuke’s chest echoed within Rin’s and left him gripping at the bedsheets for some semblance of control. He wanted to keep himself together for his best friend’s sake, no matter if it hurt and no matter if he didn’t understand what he was going through in his restless sleep. He owed it to him as more than a friend, more than a god... but as a lover. They promised all that, didn’t they? Even with the attached risks, they’d stay together through every hurdle, every burden, every obstacle in their way. So he stayed, keeping a familiar, warm touch on Sousuke’s body as he struggled through those turbulent waters in the darkness. He wouldn’t have to face them alone. Rin would be here. To chase them away, to ease the pain. I can take a little beating if it means keeping you safe...
He winced once or twice, nearly doubled over when the room spun a little for fast, then just as quickly as it came it stopped... Sweat beaded on his forehead once Rin finally broke free from the haziness clouding his mind. He felt like he’s been running, falling, floating all at once. And Sousuke... With his shinki on his back, he lifted a shaking hand and pushed his bangs back from his temples. He wasn’t particularly warm. Not too cold either. It had to be some kind of bad dream. If he was staring at him like that in stunned silence for so long, it had to be the only explanation. Unsettled without a response, Rin frantically reached over to flick on the lamp on his bedside table. Warm orange illuminated one side of his body like faint candlelight once he returned to scanning Sousuke’s face.
“Hey,” he muttered softly, sweat dripping down the bridge of his nose. “What happened? Did–“
... I remember you, Rin.
... Nothing at first. No movement. No words. Just the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each slowing breath. He couldn’t have misheard him. Could he? Rin waited several beats longer before finding it in him to finally move his lips. His tongue felt heavy, his throat felt dry. Maybe he was the one stumbling around in his dreams.
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He winced once or twice, nearly doubled over when the room spun a little for fast, then just as quickly as it came it stopped... Sweat beaded on his forehead once Rin finally broke free from the haziness clouding his mind. He felt like he’s been running, falling, floating all at once. And Sousuke... With his shinki on his back, he lifted a shaking hand and pushed his bangs back from his temples. He wasn’t particularly warm. Not too cold either. It had to be some kind of bad dream. If he was staring at him like that in stunned silence for so long, it had to be the only explanation. Unsettled without a response, Rin frantically reached over to flick on the lamp on his bedside table. Warm orange illuminated one side of his body like faint candlelight once he returned to scanning Sousuke’s face.
“Hey,” he muttered softly, sweat dripping down the bridge of his nose. “What happened? Did–“
... I remember you, Rin.
... Nothing at first. No movement. No words. Just the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each slowing breath. He couldn’t have misheard him. Could he? Rin waited several beats longer before finding it in him to finally move his lips. His tongue felt heavy, his throat felt dry. Maybe he was the one stumbling around in his dreams.
“Wh-what d’you mean?”