It's everything he thinks he wants. And yet when Sora actually says it out loud, guilt stings in his chest. Wide stretched arms droop and curl into themselves as Masaomi bites at his lip. That's not what he wants at all. He's just terrified of what the consequences will be if he stays. Sora had been a complete stranger, but that hadn't stopped the guy from searching for him or from checking the church.
Something like this just might though.
This isn't why Masaomi called him over. This isn't what he wants to be doing right now. He wants to be laughing at that stupid mustard colored sweater. But now he can't, and it's his own damn fault. The fight drains out of him then, aggression twisting until its directed inward where it belongs. Deflated, Masaomi plops his ass down on the floor in defeat.
"Maybe 'cause it's the smart thing to do?" he asks as if even he doesn't know.
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It's everything he thinks he wants. And yet when Sora actually says it out loud, guilt stings in his chest. Wide stretched arms droop and curl into themselves as Masaomi bites at his lip. That's not what he wants at all. He's just terrified of what the consequences will be if he stays. Sora had been a complete stranger, but that hadn't stopped the guy from searching for him or from checking the church.
Something like this just might though.
This isn't why Masaomi called him over. This isn't what he wants to be doing right now. He wants to be laughing at that stupid mustard colored sweater. But now he can't, and it's his own damn fault. The fight drains out of him then, aggression twisting until its directed inward where it belongs. Deflated, Masaomi plops his ass down on the floor in defeat.
"Maybe 'cause it's the smart thing to do?" he asks as if even he doesn't know.