[ Asougi pauses for a long moment, taking those words into consideration. He'd always lived his own way, but he'd slowly been learning moderation from Naruhodou over these past few years. Was he really . . . ? No, this had to be about something else, potentially.
He reaches up and over to try and rest a hand gently on Naruhodou's cheek. Maybe it's too close, maybe it's brushing up against the thing between the two of them that they've never talked about or acknowledged, the thing that he's only recently started to come around to in his own, silent way. But it doesn't matter, not when his best friend — and arguably one of the few living people that he cares about most — is in pain like this. ]
Hey.
[ It's too close, he's too close, he can feel it getting warmer around him and he knows it's his doing, but he can't help it beyond trying to shove those feelings back down, boxing them up for later — whenever later was. ] . . . I know that.
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He reaches up and over to try and rest a hand gently on Naruhodou's cheek. Maybe it's too close, maybe it's brushing up against the thing between the two of them that they've never talked about or acknowledged, the thing that he's only recently started to come around to in his own, silent way. But it doesn't matter, not when his best friend — and arguably one of the few living people that he cares about most — is in pain like this. ]
Hey.
[ It's too close, he's too close, he can feel it getting warmer around him and he knows it's his doing, but he can't help it beyond trying to shove those feelings back down, boxing them up for later — whenever later was. ] . . . I know that.