He hated crying. He hated how sensitive he was, how easy it was to break down in a weak display in front of the people he cherished the most, the people he had to be the strongest for. But no amount of hating would stop Rin’s heart from doing what it wanted. Crying, apologizing, probably saying some stupid things he’d forget or deny in the next few hours if he could ever fall back asleep... falling in love with his own best friend. There was no way Sousuke could be enjoying all of this either. After a rush of memories in the dead of night, here he was with a near hysterical god crying over his body over something neither of them had control over all this time. So many things he wanted to leap in a do, everything all at once. He selfishly wanted to ask more questions. He wanted to shove his hand into his face as if the pressure would force his tears back into his eyes. He wanted to turn the light off, shut his eyes and make absolutely certain everything he felt wasn’t some cruel dream.
He wanted to touch him, feel him... hold him as closely as humanly possible and never let go.
Hearing those words repeated nearly ripped his heart in two and with a shuddering breath he lowered his gaze to the side again to try and compose himself. If he stayed looking at him for too long, his chest would burn. Everything, every question, memory and word he held back for so long would come spilling out along with his tears, and he couldn’t put Sousuke through something so dramatic. One step at a time. He needed to start small, be patient, breathe... Still. After waiting as long as he did, no one could really expect him to be patient, right?
Then, hands on his cheeks. Warmth blooming from both palms, both sets of fingers, radiating out to burrow deep beneath his skin. If he shut his eyes he would have sworn the morning sun was on his face. But no. One look back and the view was the same. Soft yet captivating... a pair of teal eyes that finally recognized his face. Embarrassment flooded his chest quickly with Sousuke’s response though, and Rin nudged his damp, reddened cheeks into both hands more for comfort than anything else. He knew he was right anyway. He did what he could, the best that he could, because with anything less Sousuke would easily slip through his fingers. Beyond that, unfortunately, what else could he do? He might’ve apologized for apologizing if his best friend wasn’t already such an expert at keeping him grounded. Well. Maybe they both already said enough.
Or so he thought.
“Don’t forget me again,” he muttered. Borderline pled, really. Hard to pick apart tones and such when you have salt on your tongue and lips to your lips... eventually tongue to tongue too once he broke through his stunned haze long enough to chase a few spontaneous urges. Blame his heart again, he supposed. Always doing whatever it wanted most. “I won’t let it happen again.”
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He wanted to touch him, feel him... hold him as closely as humanly possible and never let go.
Hearing those words repeated nearly ripped his heart in two and with a shuddering breath he lowered his gaze to the side again to try and compose himself. If he stayed looking at him for too long, his chest would burn. Everything, every question, memory and word he held back for so long would come spilling out along with his tears, and he couldn’t put Sousuke through something so dramatic. One step at a time. He needed to start small, be patient, breathe... Still. After waiting as long as he did, no one could really expect him to be patient, right?
Then, hands on his cheeks. Warmth blooming from both palms, both sets of fingers, radiating out to burrow deep beneath his skin. If he shut his eyes he would have sworn the morning sun was on his face. But no. One look back and the view was the same. Soft yet captivating... a pair of teal eyes that finally recognized his face. Embarrassment flooded his chest quickly with Sousuke’s response though, and Rin nudged his damp, reddened cheeks into both hands more for comfort than anything else. He knew he was right anyway. He did what he could, the best that he could, because with anything less Sousuke would easily slip through his fingers. Beyond that, unfortunately, what else could he do? He might’ve apologized for apologizing if his best friend wasn’t already such an expert at keeping him grounded. Well. Maybe they both already said enough.
Or so he thought.
“Don’t forget me again,” he muttered. Borderline pled, really. Hard to pick apart tones and such when you have salt on your tongue and lips to your lips... eventually tongue to tongue too once he broke through his stunned haze long enough to chase a few spontaneous urges. Blame his heart again, he supposed. Always doing whatever it wanted most. “I won’t let it happen again.”