I do not wish to let go of him. If I let go of him, I may learn that this is a hoax, a foul trick played upon me, or that I am dreaming. I've had so many strange dreams since falling into my coma, both during, and then after waking...
But as long as I keep my arms around him I can believe that this is real. That he is real.
Eventually my upbringing gets the better of me, and I gradually pull back. I keep him at arm's length for a moment, searching his eyes once more, just to be sure, to be certain I am not mistaken in what I am seeing.
Finally I release him fully, and flex my hands at my sides.
"Well enough," I say this with a small laugh, breathless relief no doubt coming through in my voice. "Though I'm still recovering from the most severe of my injuries."
The ones from Mitsuzane, I think, but don't say. I do not wish to dig that up yet, eventually, but not now.
"And you?" I slide one hand into my pocket, trying my hardest not to stare at Ryouma, to take in every inch of him.
Where have you been? What were you doing? Why are you here now? Why didn't you find me sooner?
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But as long as I keep my arms around him I can believe that this is real. That he is real.
Eventually my upbringing gets the better of me, and I gradually pull back. I keep him at arm's length for a moment, searching his eyes once more, just to be sure, to be certain I am not mistaken in what I am seeing.
Finally I release him fully, and flex my hands at my sides.
"Well enough," I say this with a small laugh, breathless relief no doubt coming through in my voice. "Though I'm still recovering from the most severe of my injuries."
The ones from Mitsuzane, I think, but don't say. I do not wish to dig that up yet, eventually, but not now.
"And you?" I slide one hand into my pocket, trying my hardest not to stare at Ryouma, to take in every inch of him.
Where have you been? What were you doing? Why are you here now? Why didn't you find me sooner?
Why have to remade my driver?