Of all the things I half-expect from Takatora, of all the things he could do and be perfectly within his rights to do, of all the things I think he should do but is maybe too noble or well-controlled to do...
The way he grabs me, pulls me close to him, and then pulls me against his body in a fierce hug...
That had not even made the list of possibilities, it is so far outside the realm of what was possible.
I choke on his words, my throat dry and my eyes wet. Hm. I haven't cried since...
Well, if I am honest with myself, since waking. I sobbed helplessly and hopelessly at Kouta's feet when he revived me. But other than that, tears are not one of my usual responses even to particularly emotionally driven stimulus.
"Takatora." I say again softly, clenching my fists for a moment before awkwardly lifting my arms to pat his back awkwardly. "You look... well."
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Date: 2015-02-02 06:31 am (UTC)The way he grabs me, pulls me close to him, and then pulls me against his body in a fierce hug...
That had not even made the list of possibilities, it is so far outside the realm of what was possible.
I choke on his words, my throat dry and my eyes wet. Hm. I haven't cried since...
Well, if I am honest with myself, since waking. I sobbed helplessly and hopelessly at Kouta's feet when he revived me. But other than that, tears are not one of my usual responses even to particularly emotionally driven stimulus.
"Takatora." I say again softly, clenching my fists for a moment before awkwardly lifting my arms to pat his back awkwardly. "You look... well."