[ rin's fear is panoramic, insatiable: it alights and festers through the text, the fractured semantics of his concern shot through with incontrovertible dread. conflicted as he is, makoto isn't so callous as turning a blind eye to consternation. his gaze is heavy, lidded with internalized dissension.
but he accedes, because even when bereft of the right, makoto's always been selfish enough to hold fast to the people who matter more than anything else to him. ]
go with you. to see him when you're ready. if you forget i won't leave you alone until you remember again no matter how scared haru is
[ disarmed, he considers his words, tiredly rolls them over and over in his mouth like some muted charm. he can count the number of times haru's ever been well and truly terrified with his fingers, but one aspect remains the same, no matter the iteration. ]
[ 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
[ and he abruptly shuts off his cerevice, shoves it into his pocket with excessive force, one hand curling into a fist even as the other slackens. the gardens are amass with shadows, all cobbled lights and stagnant pollen, but for once makoto isn't afraid of what lies in the darkness. he doesn't feel much of anything until he's out on the streets on the long way back, and by then it doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things.
either way, as long as rin and haru reconcile, everything's bound to end alright.
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[ rin's fear is panoramic, insatiable: it alights and festers through the text, the fractured semantics of his concern shot through with incontrovertible dread. conflicted as he is, makoto isn't so callous as turning a blind eye to consternation. his gaze is heavy, lidded with internalized dissension.
but he accedes, because even when bereft of the right, makoto's always been selfish enough to hold fast to the people who matter more than anything else to him. ]
go with you. to see him when you're ready.
if you forget i won't leave you alone until you remember again
no matter how scared haru is
[ disarmed, he considers his words, tiredly rolls them over and over in his mouth like some muted charm. he can count the number of times haru's ever been well and truly terrified with his fingers, but one aspect remains the same, no matter the iteration. ]
he could never hate you
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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
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[ and he abruptly shuts off his cerevice, shoves it into his pocket with excessive force, one hand curling into a fist even as the other slackens. the gardens are amass with shadows, all cobbled lights and stagnant pollen, but for once makoto isn't afraid of what lies in the darkness. he doesn't feel much of anything until he's out on the streets on the long way back, and by then it doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things.
either way, as long as rin and haru reconcile, everything's bound to end alright.
it has to. ]