He breathes, having made up his mind even before there was finally a flicker of something in Todoroki's eyes again. And, gently, he brings up a hand to rest quite lightly over that one on his shoulder. Very lightly, with only the press of his fingertips. ]
...I mean like someone who's locked my friend who's precious to me away somewhere deep because he's stopped being honest enough with himself to face his own feelings. [ The words might seem harsh, but he says it softly. With clear, unwaveringly steady eyes like someone used to trying to stare straight into one's soul, but much more softly. ]
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He breathes, having made up his mind even before there was finally a flicker of something in Todoroki's eyes again. And, gently, he brings up a hand to rest quite lightly over that one on his shoulder. Very lightly, with only the press of his fingertips. ]
...I mean like someone who's locked my friend who's precious to me away somewhere deep because he's stopped being honest enough with himself to face his own feelings. [ The words might seem harsh, but he says it softly. With clear, unwaveringly steady eyes like someone used to trying to stare straight into one's soul, but much more softly. ]
I miss him.