[Ryouma shifts away, only slightly. He knows he should take the contact. He wants it, desperately, especially since Takatora is the one offering it. His own Takatora ... had offered, often enough, but still not as often as Ryouma would have liked. He'd teased him about it, before, but had understood the reluctance.
One day, he'd hoped, Takatora would have been able to get over his fear of being judged for putting his own needs before anyone else's. ... though Ryouma has a sinking suspicion that his actions the previous night would have been entirely selfish.
Why hadn't Takatora told him anything?
Another deep breath.]
This is my world. Yes. [There's a small hesitation before he can try to answer the next question.] You're the only Takatora here, anymore.
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on 2016-01-22 02:30 am (UTC)One day, he'd hoped, Takatora would have been able to get over his fear of being judged for putting his own needs before anyone else's. ... though Ryouma has a sinking suspicion that his actions the previous night would have been entirely selfish.
Why hadn't Takatora told him anything?
Another deep breath.]
This is my world. Yes. [There's a small hesitation before he can try to answer the next question.] You're the only Takatora here, anymore.