[This is awful. How embarrassing. He can plaster a smile on his face and sweetly leave out information someone else might find important. He can pretend to get along with anyone and easily fall into any role he needs. Except ... right now, he can't pretend to be okay. Even with Takatora here, it's a different one than the previous night. And ...
The touch to his hair has Ryouma burying his face against Takatora's shoulder, making a slightly pained noise. It's not that he's being physically hurt (though he certainly has some physical aches he can't shake, being in the other's presence), but he's definitely losing his hold on trying to remain neutral.
When Takatora tries to pull him out of the room, Ryouma shakes his head against Takatora's shoulder, refusing to look up at him. He doesn't want to move. Not now. Not when he'll have to let go, even a little bit.
He should be stronger than this...]
Don't leave...
[It slips out before Ryouma can stop himself, but it's just something else he can make an excuse for, isn't it? ... and as much as he means those words, it wouldn't be the same. It doesn't mean anything anymore.]
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on 2016-01-20 05:56 pm (UTC)The touch to his hair has Ryouma burying his face against Takatora's shoulder, making a slightly pained noise. It's not that he's being physically hurt (though he certainly has some physical aches he can't shake, being in the other's presence), but he's definitely losing his hold on trying to remain neutral.
When Takatora tries to pull him out of the room, Ryouma shakes his head against Takatora's shoulder, refusing to look up at him. He doesn't want to move. Not now. Not when he'll have to let go, even a little bit.
He should be stronger than this...]
Don't leave...
[It slips out before Ryouma can stop himself, but it's just something else he can make an excuse for, isn't it? ... and as much as he means those words, it wouldn't be the same. It doesn't mean anything anymore.]