[ He's been through a lot... Too much for one person - and what the hell for??
And to think he only knows what he's been told...
What else is the older teen holding inside him? What more has he endured? He knows where the downward spiral really began, but what exactly went on between the death of his mother and him finding his father...
... His arms firm their hold, an overwhelming degree of compassion flooding him just long enough; he presses his forehead down against Akechi's shoulder.
As the thoughts, the questions, the pondering on just how he could possibly guide the older teen onto a better path all flood his mind... he starts to pull away just a little. To pull back for the sake of typing something to Akechi. But another impulsive urge slams into him, and he's turning his head just enough-
-his lips brush against Akechi's cheek...
Cue his eyes briefly widening. He eases out a heavy exhale, expression softening. H-heh... That was... an accident, right? It was... the drink.......
... Lying to himself never works in the end. There's a reason he's not outright pulling away. There's a reason he's been so hung up on this. He's not that kind of stupid - he knows exactly why he's been doing it. This drink is just tearing down walls that he built between them, for the sake of protecting them both. Everything that happened... can't just be forgotten and instantly forgiven.
Not to mention, Akechi... can barely stand being around him for longer than necessary...
It's as he's trapped in those thoughts, he doesn't even notice that he's gently pressed a hand against the older teen's cheek. And, even when he does notice, he doesn't remove it. ]
it froze over the moment they were smiling
And to think he only knows what he's been told...
What else is the older teen holding inside him? What more has he endured? He knows where the downward spiral really began, but what exactly went on between the death of his mother and him finding his father...
... His arms firm their hold, an overwhelming degree of compassion flooding him just long enough; he presses his forehead down against Akechi's shoulder.
As the thoughts, the questions, the pondering on just how he could possibly guide the older teen onto a better path all flood his mind... he starts to pull away just a little. To pull back for the sake of typing something to Akechi. But another impulsive urge slams into him, and he's turning his head just enough-
-his lips brush against Akechi's cheek...
Cue his eyes briefly widening. He eases out a heavy exhale, expression softening. H-heh... That was... an accident, right? It was... the drink.......
... Lying to himself never works in the end. There's a reason he's not outright pulling away. There's a reason he's been so hung up on this. He's not that kind of stupid - he knows exactly why he's been doing it. This drink is just tearing down walls that he built between them, for the sake of protecting them both. Everything that happened... can't just be forgotten and instantly forgiven.
Not to mention, Akechi... can barely stand being around him for longer than necessary...
It's as he's trapped in those thoughts, he doesn't even notice that he's gently pressed a hand against the older teen's cheek. And, even when he does notice, he doesn't remove it. ]