[ suguru doesn't let go -- he senses when satoru holds on just a little tighter even though they both shouldn't, even though satoru should never be seen cavorting with the enemy when an execution order hangs over his head. then again; satoru did just kill him, and there isn't anything in the order that says he has to stay dead, right?
loopholes, and such.
but suguru chooses to focus on the heat of his hand, the press of his fingers, so long and so elegant. his fingers curl over his after a moment's hesitation, because this is a type of homecoming, even for one as lost as he is. there's a bittersweetness that sits in his chest, and if this is weakness, then let them share it together.
he meets his eyes when satoru finally looks at him, and suguru thinks about that question for a moment before he reaches out slowly, a single fingertip easing satoru's sunglasses down the bridge of his nose so he can look into those blue, blue eyes again. how beautiful they still are.
were you mourning, satoru? ]
Your brain might have just decided to go with a more avant-garde approach.
[ he stays instead, and looks down at their joined hands. if they are all depowered, and satoru, too --
more quietly, so no one can overhear. ] Did you let me touch you on purpose?
no you're just going to bring more pain
loopholes, and such.
but suguru chooses to focus on the heat of his hand, the press of his fingers, so long and so elegant. his fingers curl over his after a moment's hesitation, because this is a type of homecoming, even for one as lost as he is. there's a bittersweetness that sits in his chest, and if this is weakness, then let them share it together.
he meets his eyes when satoru finally looks at him, and suguru thinks about that question for a moment before he reaches out slowly, a single fingertip easing satoru's sunglasses down the bridge of his nose so he can look into those blue, blue eyes again. how beautiful they still are.
were you mourning, satoru? ]
Your brain might have just decided to go with a more avant-garde approach.
[ he stays instead, and looks down at their joined hands. if they are all depowered, and satoru, too --
more quietly, so no one can overhear. ] Did you let me touch you on purpose?