Him having a bad leg's got nothing to do with anything, Maddy. He can do plenty even with it, y'know? I like how determined he is.
[it's nice. he finds them similar in that way, never going half a mile with anything they do, but at the rest he tilts his head to the side.
so they know, but it's up to them now... that's good. it makes his usual bright grin softer, but not subdued; more like the warm, gentle glow of the dorm's fireplace in this chilly nights.]
'Kay~. I'm glad, though it must be pretty rough for them both after so long... And especially with how much Keigo looked up to him.
[he can paint the picture now, of a young keigo right at the heels of a young, but older rokuro, playing in the shadows of their house and never too far off. the singing they heard, the arts they did, a house enveloped in warmth and love and colored rosely by young eyes and a yearning to return to those days. subaru understands that all too well,
as well as the fear and unease that comes with discovering new things about the person you admire, or the person you loved, but still wanting to think so well of them regardless. he fiddles with his phone in his pocket and wonders if keigo would ever tell him themselves, and decides it'd be nice -- but not necessary -- if they did. he certainly isn't gonna say anything to either...
... still, though...]
They should get to know each other as much as possible, [he finally says,] before one or the other's time is up.
[because he'll do his all to give keigo more years if possible, but there's an obvious nagging fear of no guarantee that slips into his quiet words.]
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[it's nice. he finds them similar in that way, never going half a mile with anything they do, but at the rest he tilts his head to the side.
so they know, but it's up to them now... that's good. it makes his usual bright grin softer, but not subdued; more like the warm, gentle glow of the dorm's fireplace in this chilly nights.]
'Kay~. I'm glad, though it must be pretty rough for them both after so long... And especially with how much Keigo looked up to him.
[he can paint the picture now, of a young keigo right at the heels of a young, but older rokuro, playing in the shadows of their house and never too far off. the singing they heard, the arts they did, a house enveloped in warmth and love and colored rosely by young eyes and a yearning to return to those days. subaru understands that all too well,
as well as the fear and unease that comes with discovering new things about the person you admire, or the person you loved, but still wanting to think so well of them regardless. he fiddles with his phone in his pocket and wonders if keigo would ever tell him themselves, and decides it'd be nice -- but not necessary -- if they did. he certainly isn't gonna say anything to either...
... still, though...]
They should get to know each other as much as possible, [he finally says,] before one or the other's time is up.
[because he'll do his all to give keigo more years if possible, but there's an obvious nagging fear of no guarantee that slips into his quiet words.]