[Fear shoots ice through Hakkai's veins as Gojyo stumbles away, not turning, ablaze with pain, and he's following before he has time to think.
(So much of this, he's done without thinking.
Hand closing on Gojyo's sleeve, he thinks: he should start.)]
Can't you at least like me?
[Does it have to be that choice: love without trust or understanding, or no love, no trust and no understanding? If Hakkai has to pick, it will be the latter, because at least he will stop expecting trust or understanding, at least it won't hurt so badly when he's surprised by their absence. But both options are awful, and he'd prefer friendship, even cautious and distant, over them.
Behind them, Jeep, frustrated past the last shreds of his patience, honks rudely, revs his engine, and swings around in a tight half-circle that sends the back left side of his chassis smacking into Hakkai's back with enough force to knock him off his feet. He twists like a cat, trying to avoid slamming into Gojyo, but he had been standing too close to dodge.]
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(So much of this, he's done without thinking.
Hand closing on Gojyo's sleeve, he thinks: he should start.)]
Can't you at least like me?
[Does it have to be that choice: love without trust or understanding, or no love, no trust and no understanding? If Hakkai has to pick, it will be the latter, because at least he will stop expecting trust or understanding, at least it won't hurt so badly when he's surprised by their absence. But both options are awful, and he'd prefer friendship, even cautious and distant, over them.
Behind them, Jeep, frustrated past the last shreds of his patience, honks rudely, revs his engine, and swings around in a tight half-circle that sends the back left side of his chassis smacking into Hakkai's back with enough force to knock him off his feet. He twists like a cat, trying to avoid slamming into Gojyo, but he had been standing too close to dodge.]