[Well, it is night time right now. A few hours before sunrise at that. The night is at its darkest probably, to say nothing of the atmosphere smothering the castle due to Sousuke’s actions. He hasn’t even had to look outside the windows to know that the sakura are drooping and there is no longer a breeze to carry the falling petals through the air. It seems as if that image is reflected right in front of him now as Rin retreats into the bedroom. Part of him is wavering, wanting to allow Rin to leave and get some rest. Obviously his god knows his body far better than Sousuke does. If it’s really tiredness, he should be a good shinki and leave him alone…
Right?
So then why is Sousuke halfway into the room, one arm stretched out and holding firmly onto a clammy wrist? That surprised noise doesn’t faze him and he continues to watch his god with those same concerned, quiet eyes. There is no pull, no threatening shove like there had been the first day they met. Only the same quietness that Sousuke’s known for even now. … I’m tired.]
No you’re not. Not entirely.
[It’s another lie. One given to protect him all over again. Sacrificing himself once more so Sousuke doesn’t have to deal with something uncomfortable or harsh. And in this case, something he’s probably to blame for, no matter how much Rin feels it’s not so.]
Aa. I am tired… but I can’t rest if you’re hurting.
[So… please…]
Rin.
[… talk to me. It’s what… It’s what friends did, right? That stubborn trust thing… right?]
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Right?
So then why is Sousuke halfway into the room, one arm stretched out and holding firmly onto a clammy wrist? That surprised noise doesn’t faze him and he continues to watch his god with those same concerned, quiet eyes. There is no pull, no threatening shove like there had been the first day they met. Only the same quietness that Sousuke’s known for even now. … I’m tired.]
No you’re not. Not entirely.
[It’s another lie. One given to protect him all over again. Sacrificing himself once more so Sousuke doesn’t have to deal with something uncomfortable or harsh. And in this case, something he’s probably to blame for, no matter how much Rin feels it’s not so.]
Aa. I am tired… but I can’t rest if you’re hurting.
[So… please…]
Rin.
[… talk to me. It’s what… It’s what friends did, right? That stubborn trust thing… right?]