[ Sasara's such an anomaly, Rosho sometimes finds it hard to believe he's human. Some strange living, breathing thing that has more energy than a normal person should, who has such animated movement, and he doesn't things you hardly expect. Just like that, he's there, the same way he'd be there when Rosho would come home from work, greeted with that happy, excited smile, welcomed home as if they were sharing the same place, like they were living together. And ever time after when that would happen, he'd say he hated it, when he didn't.
Rosho remembers coming home to an empty apartment, and how cold and dark and quiet the place would be. It never felt like that when Sasara was around. He always brought life everywhere he went. Just by hearing his voice, just by having him here, he makes things... so much better.
Always... always, he wonders, what would he do without him? Would he have been able to get through this by himself?
No, he doubts it. Rei told him he can't do it. He knows he can't. ]
I'm sorry I worried you. I'll, I'll tell you everything, just...
[ It hits him then, just the way when Rei asked him. He's tired. He's so tired. He— he kept wanting to ask for Sasara.
Rosho steps forward into Sasara's offered hands, arms wrapping around his waist, and he pulls him in with a firm tug as he buries his face in his neck. ]
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Rosho remembers coming home to an empty apartment, and how cold and dark and quiet the place would be. It never felt like that when Sasara was around. He always brought life everywhere he went. Just by hearing his voice, just by having him here, he makes things... so much better.
Always... always, he wonders, what would he do without him? Would he have been able to get through this by himself?
No, he doubts it. Rei told him he can't do it. He knows he can't. ]
I'm sorry I worried you. I'll, I'll tell you everything, just...
[ It hits him then, just the way when Rei asked him. He's tired. He's so tired. He— he kept wanting to ask for Sasara.
Rosho steps forward into Sasara's offered hands, arms wrapping around his waist, and he pulls him in with a firm tug as he buries his face in his neck. ]
Can ya hold me first, please?