( he doesn't have a right to hold onto him like he does — or maybe he should think that suguru doesn't deserve to have him hold on that tightly, after everything he's done, after having walked away — but he does all the same, still effectively clinging to the one true north star he'd ever had in the whole of his life, a star that has since gone supernova and sought to destroy everything he's ever held close to his heart.

there is. so much to unpack here, so much to sort and sift through like there was ever any hope of coming back from it in the first place, which there never could be, but he's always been something of a hopeless romantic ( read: absolute fucking idiot ) when it comes to holding onto things, incapable of letting them go even when heh knows well that he should.

( he should have let him go a long, long time ago, and even still there are tendrils keeping them tied together, connected whether they want to be or not. )

he allows that touch, the subtle downward slide of glasses from the bridge of his nose and he wonders, before the other's question even comes, if he would have let him touch him, given the choice; there has always been a weakness in him where the other man is concerned, perhaps there always will be, but there is little to be said of how this really does feel like a homecoming that isn't why couldn't we have met like this sooner.

maybe not precisely like this, but maybe, too, there was no other way for this meeting to be so subdued if not for the complete absence of their powers.

he inhales deeply, lets it out slowly. ) You can feel it, can't you? The absence, the … emptiness. It's all gone. ( there is no simple an answer as yes or no, and he's just going to let him speculate if he chooses to. )

Your curses are gone, too, aren't they?