[Gojyo swears, and yanks his tie loose, shirt button catching the light as it tumbles away, over the edge of the table, lost somewhere on the ground. Hakkai can hear the fuck you, no, that's not enough clearly in that 'fine.'
All right, then. His gaze tracks across his beer, but-- no. His mouth is dry in a way that alcohol won't help; he refolds his hands on the table, careful and fussily precise, and doesn't know what to say.
Better friends is more than what they have been to each other; better friendship is moving closer to love, and he'd asked Gojyo to dinner wanting it to be a comfort and a refuge for them both from Chikusa's schemes-- even if he hadn't thought he was going to be caught up in them too. He's not sure if the problem is that they're misunderstanding, or if the problem is simply that what they want is that different, after all.
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All right, then. His gaze tracks across his beer, but-- no. His mouth is dry in a way that alcohol won't help; he refolds his hands on the table, careful and fussily precise, and doesn't know what to say.
Better friends is more than what they have been to each other; better friendship is moving closer to love, and he'd asked Gojyo to dinner wanting it to be a comfort and a refuge for them both from Chikusa's schemes-- even if he hadn't thought he was going to be caught up in them too. He's not sure if the problem is that they're misunderstanding, or if the problem is simply that what they want is that different, after all.
In the end, he just nods.]