[ That gentle squeeze, though, almost catches him a little offguard even though it shouldn't. Too lost in his thoughts and worries, he glances back up at Shouto a little quickly and blinks. Ah... ]
...honestly, I don't know what the point is. How real this is. [ His gaze drops, shoulders rolling forward. ]
When something like this happens isn't it usually like some kind of test? I just... don't know what it could be testing. [ It's frustrating, using his past for something like that and bringing someone else into it.
He brings Shouto's hand up to his face like his did before, but this time touches his lips to his knuckle. They're cold, and he lets the gentle warmth seep in as his eyes hood in distant reflection. ]
And if there isn't a point... then it does feel real.
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...honestly, I don't know what the point is. How real this is. [ His gaze drops, shoulders rolling forward. ]
When something like this happens isn't it usually like some kind of test? I just... don't know what it could be testing. [ It's frustrating, using his past for something like that and bringing someone else into it.
He brings Shouto's hand up to his face like his did before, but this time touches his lips to his knuckle. They're cold, and he lets the gentle warmth seep in as his eyes hood in distant reflection. ]
And if there isn't a point... then it does feel real.
[ Which is the most unsettling of all. ]