There's a lot about all of this that bothers me, Takatora.
[Ryouma seems to be letting his defenses down a little bit more at this point. He gives only a momentarily glance to the area he'd been sitting at last night with this world's Takatora. At the time, he hadn't been able to predict what the other had planned. ... could he have stopped him, if he'd realized? How had he not noticed?]
What do you think I'm working on?
[He could have stayed upstairs. He could have let Takatora stay in bed, could have sat next to him and told him everything, but he knows his friend will likely need something to help keep him conscious. Not to mention, having something to do with his hands other than clinging to Takatora will be helpful.
The squeeze to his wrist has Ryouma flinching as he pulls his hand out of the other's hold. He takes a few steps away and turns towards the counter to start fixing coffee. Ryouma barely gets started before a mug slips out of his hand and thunks onto the counter. He grips the counter to make his hands stop shaking and down here in the brighter light of the kitchen ... it's obvious he hasn't slept at all.]
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on 2016-01-04 09:28 pm (UTC)[Ryouma seems to be letting his defenses down a little bit more at this point. He gives only a momentarily glance to the area he'd been sitting at last night with this world's Takatora. At the time, he hadn't been able to predict what the other had planned. ... could he have stopped him, if he'd realized? How had he not noticed?]
What do you think I'm working on?
[He could have stayed upstairs. He could have let Takatora stay in bed, could have sat next to him and told him everything, but he knows his friend will likely need something to help keep him conscious. Not to mention, having something to do with his hands other than clinging to Takatora will be helpful.
The squeeze to his wrist has Ryouma flinching as he pulls his hand out of the other's hold. He takes a few steps away and turns towards the counter to start fixing coffee. Ryouma barely gets started before a mug slips out of his hand and thunks onto the counter. He grips the counter to make his hands stop shaking and down here in the brighter light of the kitchen ... it's obvious he hasn't slept at all.]