[ When he feels Naruhodou's hand on his chin, the neutral mask he'd put up falls away in an instant, leaving him vulnerable. Asougi stays quiet; a moment or two will pass, he'll get his walls back up, they'll laugh and move on. Except that moment passes and his walls are still crumbled at Naruhodou's feet. He swallows hard, searching for the words he'd wanted to say. Wasn't this why all those letters had ended up crumpled and discarded in the bin, only to be dragged out into the open again, rough edges smoothed out by his best friend.
It was just like him, to end up tongue tied now of all moments. ]
Everything in there is true.
[ At that, he gestures over at the papers that Naruhodou had set down. Half-written sentiments, declarations he'd drawn a line through several times over — none of it had seemed quite right. Even waving a hand towards it seemed wrong. He lowers his hand slowly. ]
no subject
It was just like him, to end up tongue tied now of all moments. ]
Everything in there is true.
[ At that, he gestures over at the papers that Naruhodou had set down. Half-written sentiments, declarations he'd drawn a line through several times over — none of it had seemed quite right. Even waving a hand towards it seemed wrong. He lowers his hand slowly. ]