[ it's the first time anyone's touched him since everything that happens. the last thing to reach him had been the spear the sorcerer killed used to cut him down; keeping infinity up has become an ingrained habit ever since, but that's never been an obstacle for suguru, has it?
he breathes. in and then out, so focused on that simple point of contact that it takes him a long minute to process the rest of the words. but once he does, his brow knits as he lets the sound of them settle, and -- ]
Okay. [ leaning into that hand pressed against his heartbeat, brushing the other boy's hair back away from his face. ] Then we'll figure it out.
[ together. you and me. the way they always do -- the way they always did. ] What is it? Somethin' with your technique?
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he breathes. in and then out, so focused on that simple point of contact that it takes him a long minute to process the rest of the words. but once he does, his brow knits as he lets the sound of them settle, and -- ]
Okay. [ leaning into that hand pressed against his heartbeat, brushing the other boy's hair back away from his face. ] Then we'll figure it out.
[ together. you and me. the way they always do -- the way they always did. ] What is it? Somethin' with your technique?