[He and Sousuke have been apart before. Separated by years and miles upon miles of land and sea, they've in silence, never knowing if the other thought of them or even remembered who they were. So... it should be easy, this kind of separation. Right? No... that's just not the case, no matter how desperately he wants it to be. Because after this distance, they won't come back together, right back to the same page they left off at, as if they never parted at all. Now every argument and disagreement serve to deepen the rift between them, until they're looking across opposite ends and seeing nothing staring back. It really is an awful feeling, but it hurts even more because he doesn't know how to fix it.
Whatever Sousuke wants, what he needs, what he likes and hates more than anything else in the world-- He thought he knew it all, better than the back of his hand. But he doesn't.
And Sousuke feels the need to apologize?
He can't bring himself to cut those words short though, and maybe it's because he enjoys listening to his best friend's voice that he doesn't. How familiar it is... gentle and calm rather than angry or afraid. Part of him, a very stupid and gullible part of him, believes that if he walks over and opens the door, he'll find the same boy standing behind it with his identity and memories all intact. They'll be able to put all this behind them and look forward to working together again as if they never even stopped. Like teammates, like rivals, like--
--friends?
His feet touch the floor quicker than he can think and despite the wobble in his step or how his heavy limbs want to drag him down onto the floor, Rin forces himself through the dark bedroom, hands touching the walls and eventually the door frame to hold himself steady. Everything aches. His body won't stop telling him to fall asleep right here, right now. But Sousuke said-- He really said--]
No!
[it's a weak outcry and one he makes once shaking fingers somehow manage to grip the door handle and pull the door open. His eyes aren't well adjusted to the brighter lighting in the hallway, so when it hits them he squints but doesn't falter backwards.]
... No.
[calmer, quieter, his heart fluttering and eyes damp as he struggles to stay upright. Under the cover of darkness, the strange ache at the nape of his neck continues to take its toll on his body. Whatever it is.]
You're not horrible, you-- [You never were.] --Don't be upset with yourself. You didn't do anything wrong. [You shouldn't even call me a friend. I've done nothing to prove that I can be. ... What are you saying?]
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Whatever Sousuke wants, what he needs, what he likes and hates more than anything else in the world-- He thought he knew it all, better than the back of his hand. But he doesn't.
And Sousuke feels the need to apologize?
He can't bring himself to cut those words short though, and maybe it's because he enjoys listening to his best friend's voice that he doesn't. How familiar it is... gentle and calm rather than angry or afraid. Part of him, a very stupid and gullible part of him, believes that if he walks over and opens the door, he'll find the same boy standing behind it with his identity and memories all intact. They'll be able to put all this behind them and look forward to working together again as if they never even stopped. Like teammates, like rivals, like--
--friends?
His feet touch the floor quicker than he can think and despite the wobble in his step or how his heavy limbs want to drag him down onto the floor, Rin forces himself through the dark bedroom, hands touching the walls and eventually the door frame to hold himself steady. Everything aches. His body won't stop telling him to fall asleep right here, right now. But Sousuke said-- He really said--]
No!
[it's a weak outcry and one he makes once shaking fingers somehow manage to grip the door handle and pull the door open. His eyes aren't well adjusted to the brighter lighting in the hallway, so when it hits them he squints but doesn't falter backwards.]
... No.
[calmer, quieter, his heart fluttering and eyes damp as he struggles to stay upright. Under the cover of darkness, the strange ache at the nape of his neck continues to take its toll on his body. Whatever it is.]
You're not horrible, you-- [You never were.] --Don't be upset with yourself. You didn't do anything wrong. [You shouldn't even call me a friend. I've done nothing to prove that I can be. ... What are you saying?]