[ it's almost too much. izō takes slow, deep breaths and waits for the tight feeling in his throat to pass. it's difficult, right here with the evidence of what he'd done right in front of him. ]
Y' liked this shirt...
[ and now it was ruined. and beyond that, it was too close. what if he'd hit something vital? too close. of all the reasons he's worried about — disinterest, betrayals, finally pushing him away with his attitude — this sure wasn't one of them. focus on himself? how is he supposed to think about anything else? ]
Jus' stay...
[ he says it so quietly he's not even sure ryouma could hear it, but izō tentatively puts his arms around him and leans his head against ryouma's shoulder, which should ideally do just as well.
yes, his things are probably out there where he'd left them and he'd like them back — swords and phone in particular — but right now, they can wait. ]
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Y' liked this shirt...
[ and now it was ruined. and beyond that, it was too close. what if he'd hit something vital? too close. of all the reasons he's worried about — disinterest, betrayals, finally pushing him away with his attitude — this sure wasn't one of them. focus on himself? how is he supposed to think about anything else? ]
Jus' stay...
[ he says it so quietly he's not even sure ryouma could hear it, but izō tentatively puts his arms around him and leans his head against ryouma's shoulder, which should ideally do just as well.
yes, his things are probably out there where he'd left them and he'd like them back — swords and phone in particular — but right now, they can wait. ]