[ rin spends the next hour rolling his words around in his palms, feeling their weight and jagged shape, judging them insubstantial again and again. but this is makoto, who wouldn't judge him for it.
who loves haru just as rin does. more than rin does, if such things can be assigned value. ]
yeah okay fine just let me know when thanks
[ a simple end to their conversation, one that he might've left as such. rin thinks of the way makoto had ushered him into his apartment, the hush of his gaze. the way something in him had trembled, even as his hands remained steady.
he picks up his cerevice again. ]
and the thing you said about haru not hating me?? you know same goes for you
no subject
who loves haru just as rin does. more than rin does, if such things can be assigned value. ]
yeah
okay fine
just let me know when
thanks
[ a simple end to their conversation, one that he might've left as such. rin thinks of the way makoto had ushered him into his apartment, the hush of his gaze. the way something in him had trembled, even as his hands remained steady.
he picks up his cerevice again. ]
and the thing you said about haru not hating me??
you know
same goes for you