[He doesn’t feel right letting it end this way. Obviously Rin’s not feeling well and Sousuke knows it has something to do with him, with “them” and what happened. He thought about shutting up and leaving his god to know what’s best for him… but his concern and guilt pushed past that thought. Ironically, he knows if the situation were reversed, he’d be doing the same thing Rin’s doing now. (It actually ready has, considering Sousuke hadn’t wanted to talk to Rin about the “theft incident” for a long while even when his god prodded him.)
The reminder firms his decision and he makes sure his hand remains gripping Rin’s wrist. This guy he’s professed to not know anything about. And yet here he is, refusing to let him go away and sleep because he’s not feeling well. Apparently he does care. More than he’s let on the past. Who’s fault is that?
Sousuke doesn’t know how, but he knows Rin’s biting his lip right now. Resisting. Wanting him to shut up and leave him alone because obviously “everything’ fine” right now. Even though they both know it isn’t. So when he hears that swallow and his voice, it’s a relief and Sousuke’s hackles lower. A little.
Teal eyes move to the area on his neck, looking at it. The hair covers his skin, blocking his view. Hurting… The realization hits him like a punch in the face and his stomach gets cold and heavy. Disappointment, frustration, irritation. They well up inside him.]
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The reminder firms his decision and he makes sure his hand remains gripping Rin’s wrist. This guy he’s professed to not know anything about. And yet here he is, refusing to let him go away and sleep because he’s not feeling well. Apparently he does care. More than he’s let on the past. Who’s fault is that?
Sousuke doesn’t know how, but he knows Rin’s biting his lip right now. Resisting. Wanting him to shut up and leave him alone because obviously “everything’ fine” right now. Even though they both know it isn’t. So when he hears that swallow and his voice, it’s a relief and Sousuke’s hackles lower. A little.
Teal eyes move to the area on his neck, looking at it. The hair covers his skin, blocking his view. Hurting… The realization hits him like a punch in the face and his stomach gets cold and heavy. Disappointment, frustration, irritation. They well up inside him.]
I’m blighting you… aren’t I.