vatheon | I know the way you go 'cause I've been the same for too long

[Although Soul Perception was a skill beyond Kid in his present, weakened state, he didn't need it to tell that Rin was out of sorts ever since this whole mess with the bubble began, a matter that had gradually worsened until now, with Maka gone in their stead.

The reaper understands his restlessness better since their discussion prior to Rin's attempt to help in other ways; as one who takes an active, and often self-sacrificial hand in protecting others, Rin must feel helpless, useless, even guilty that others are doing what he feels he must.

When Kid arrives, standing by the side of Rin's bed, regarding stoically the flickering screen of the half-demon's game while his tail sways, he says nothing. He only sits down on the floor, scooting over until he rests his shoulder against the side of the mattress and his cheek against Rin's back.

He can hear the air filling his lungs, the strong beat of his heart, and that's comforting in the absence of other senses.

Hello, Rin. He's here, and he won't interrupt anything, but he'll be right here, long pale fingers catching up the tufted end of his tail with a bristle brush in the other, terribly inexperienced when it comes to the myriad little gestures of comfort and affection but learning.]

[Rin remained quiet, blue eyes dull but turned to the game he was barely playing. He knew Kid was there, and he didn't need Soul Perception to figure that out. Though they weren't alone in their temporary housing, Rin could tell the difference between most of the footsteps that haunted either of their homes just by listening. And he figured honestly if anyone was going to bother him in his current depressive state it would be Maka, Kid or Shiro. With Maka out of the equation, that only left the other two, and those footsteps were too light to be the old man.

The weight of Kid's cheek against his back still didn't get him to move, though some part of him knew that he should have been a little more receptive to some one who cared enough to check on him.

It was the brush against his tail that finally earned a reaction - a faint growl under his breath, one he wasn't aware he was making, sounded from the half-demon. His tail didn't twitch away, but his pressing on the buttons did get rougher.]

[Kid is stubborn, persistent, his fingers and the soft bristles of the brush making steady work of combing the curls and tangles of fur soft and tidy again. It's easier than the first time, when the idea of this little ritual had never really occurred to Rin, when their friendship was still a half-formed notion in the back of a grim reaper's thoughts.

One ear perceives the growl as a soft rumble, an understated note lying beneath the muted hush of his breath. The other hears it reverberate in his throat, louder than in the other.]

You want to be there, helping her. It's frustrating, isn't it, to remain here while others do what you feel should be a burden you carry.

I'm not here to tell you it's wrong to feel that way.

[Odd to think that it was only six months ago when that strange little episode occurred; to Rin at least it feels like this friendship has somehow been forever in the making. Which probably makes Kid's somewhat awkward attempts at comfort all the more effective. His voice, quiet as it is, reaches Rin when nothing else would, and his thumb finally works over the 'start' button, bringing his game to a pause. The annoyed note in his rumbling fades, replaced instead by something closer to that purring noise he still swears he doesn't make.

The game system snapped closed, placed on the bed and pushed away only far enough that his fingers could fiddle with the charm attached to the bottom of it, gaze now turned to the wall. He nearly asked 'then what are you here for?', but that much was obvious by Kid's unwavering stubbornness that kept him there even after Rin voiced his displeasure. But already having that answer left Rin uncharacteristically silent, and there was no response to Kid's words.]

[The reaper maintains that silence, companionably, only the whisper of bristles combing along the length of furred tail cutting through a silence made profound in the absence of Rin's video game.

He has settled in for the long haul, it seems, and he is unbothered by the silence.]

Having faith in others takes remarkable courage, in cases like this, where lives may be lost without anyone doing or accomplishing anything.

I came here to tell you heroism comes in many forms. You've never stopped being one, Rin.

Then why do I feel so weak... ?

[Rin's voice broke the relative silence at last, gravely thanks to hours without speaking at all and laced with heavy emotion. Regret, uncertainty, an uncomfortable realization that he was still coming to grips with. He was not invincible. No one truly was, especially within the confines of Vatheon. Even if people could return from death it didn't make it any easier on the people that loved them. There was always going to be pain associated with that temporary loss, and it was not something to be waved off and lightly dismissed just because it wasn't permanent.

There was a rustling after that, and Rin's tail pulled away from Kid, but only long enough for him to roll over and face away from the wall. It draped back over his middle, the fluffy end returning to Kid's hands as if it belonged there. Where Kid had been leaning against Rin's back before, this new position put Kid closer to his chest, the half-demon slightly curled in on himself.]

[The shift in position is tracked by the concentric rings of eyes gradually returning to their previous gold from the mundane, tarnished hue of brass it had been since he broke the bubble below the waves. His fingers curl loosely around the soft tuft that falls against his palm but Kid stirs too, turning to rest his other cheek against the warm trunk of Rin's body.]

Do you think strength is measured only by strife and sacrifice?

[After a moment, there's a clatter, his hand depositing the brush on the floor by his knee, and that palm reaches up to cup the side of his face. Fingers sift up through the messy fall of his hair, attempt idly to bring them into some semblance of order.

If he could only see himself the way Kid sees him. If only he could convey the complexity of that respect and affection without the clumsiness of an insufficient vocabulary.

If he could convince him, then perhaps he wouldn't feel so weak, so trapped.

All at once, he is struck by the intensity of his desire to kiss him, and that's embarrassing, but not for the reasons many might expect. He has no shame for how he feels about Maka and Rin, doesn't understand why anyone might think he has cause to be. But rather intimate gestures of affection make him painfully aware of his own inexpert clumsiness.]

...Rin.

[His hand slips away from the tufted fur and rests against his side, curling into the cotton warming his cool fingers; the other palm brushes up his fringe away from his brow, where he presses his lips.]

You aren't weak.

[The kiss hardly bothered him. Not in the way the words did. He wanted to believe them. He hungered for that sort of positive reinforcement, for reminders from the people that mattered most that he wasn't a failure, a punk, a rude, ungrateful, useless brat who lacked the intelligence that was so often celebrated and praised in his country. But as much as he craved it, actually hearing it only made his heart ache worse. Why?

Because I don't deserve it...

Even demons had their own internal demons, and Rin was far, far from any exception. Only his stemmed from years of being berated, being told he was worthless or being feared by those who weren't his family. Love can only go so far, when hearing something over and over again soon enough makes the recipient start to believe the words spewed forth from those who just don't understand.

But he couldn't ignore what Kid was trying to convey to him both in words and physical affection. He didn't push people away anymore, and Kid was some one that he trusted enough that fear of being hurt or lied to simply never crossed his mind. His words were earnest, loving, thick with the admiration he wanted Rin to see and feel.

He didn't return the kiss as much as he would have liked, but there was a subconscious nudge up against the hand on his face, fingers coming to thread with the thin ones resting there. Eyes closed, voice naught but a whisper, he admitted something aloud that he had trouble even accepting internally.]

I wanna believe that... I'unno why I can't, though. Everythin' just feels so damn wrong right now. I don't... feel like I deserve either of you...

[His other hand joins the first, cupping the other side of Rin's face. It's not a gesture meant to force him to meet the piercing and often unsettling gaze trained on him now, but it's one that only seeks to reassure with a basic, clumsy gesture such as this.]

Some of the worst whispers I've heard have come from inside my own head, Rin. Just because we think them doesn't make them true.

[He remembers things. Things like Patti's You're not a pig! Besides, pigs go "meow"! and the effect of imagined centuries. How his own mind has had him entirely convinced of what wasn't plain to see to anyone else because it didn't exist.

He remembers what that feels like, and presses kisses against each temple, letting his fingertips sink into his warm hair.]

It doesn't mean they aren't heavy, either. It doesn't mean they don't hurt.

You fully deserve to be happy. You deserve all the love we have to give and more. And when all the fighting is done, you deserve to be welcomed home, you deserve to rest with those who never stopped caring about you.

[Even the clumsiest gesture from Kid wouldn't drive Rin to pull away from him. It was still something that he needed right now - a reassuring touch, a reminder that he wasn't alone in this world or any other. Even the strongest people needed that reminder sometimes and this half-demon exorcist in training was certainly no exception. He was still a teenager after all; being seventeen didn't suddenly absolve him of teenage doubts and wants.

But it was his doubts that were the loudest right now, screaming voices in his head pulled from distorted memories and nightmares where the world at large bared down on him and shrieked his failures in his face. Freak, punk, good for nothing, stupid, violent...]

I hate this... I know it ain't true but I can't get my own head to shut up for five seconds. Just... make it stop... please...

[His hand joined the other one now, clutching at it in such a way that almost screamed urgency. He was tired of being alone with his thoughts, with his doubts and his constant negative assurances that he wasn't worth anything. This wasn't something he gave in to often, his optimism and false-but-believed bravado normally enough to overrule any decent in to legitimate depression, but enough incidents had compounded one on top of another that it was only a matter of time before Rin broke.]

[Rin is earnest, dismissed as a thug yet possessed of a heart of gold, whose optimism could light up a whole room with the sincerity of his smile. And in his desperately clutching fingers Kid detected the same urgency he had seen in Maka.

This place wears people like them down the most, those who are used to being able to throw themselves directly into conflict and have a hand in its resolution. When trapped, uselessness and stagnation chews through their resolve like volatile acid gnawing inevitably through steel. He's staring into the pitted fragile places and doesn't know how to fix it, to make the surface clean and smooth and impervious again.

But sometimes hurt can't be fixed, sometimes it can only be made tolerable with the comfort of company.]

...Move over.

[There's enough room for both of them there, Maka and Rin have shared the same mattress almost every night since they took refuge here, and Kid is climbing to his feet, leaning a knee against the edge of the mattress in order to reach back and slip off each shoe.]

[There hadn't been tears yet; even Rin's shattered resolve couldn't allow for that much. Yet as Kid made his order and Rin finally opened his eyes, there was a distinct sniffle, a noise that sounded just how close he was to that point that he was so desperately trying to avoid. He was like any male teenager - he hated that show of ill perceived weakness just as much as the rest, though being in Vatheon had certainly brought out enough tears to fill a lifetime already.

There was no argument to Kid's demand, though, and he did as he was asked, scooting back on the bed to allow for room for the thin reaper to slip in. His tail bumped against the game system, prompting him to grab it and reach over Kid in order to place it on the end table next to the mattress.]

[There's just a second's hesitation to observe the dimensions of the mattress, determining what constitutes 'Rin's half' and 'his half (on a temporary basis)' before climbing in. Which then brings him to the quandary of whether or not he should stick strictly to 'his side' or if that might be insulting in a relationship where physical intimacy seems to be an expected, obligatory factor.

If he's lying here, does this constitute that thing other peers at the Academy -- whether sniggering to each other or whispering in hushed tones -- called "Making Out"? Is that even something Rin needs to break the broken-record keening of spiraling thoughts?

No.

Whatever else is going on, what matters the most is this:

Rin is unhappier than he has ever before seen, with a depth of the sentiment that he finds alarming. His sadness makes him feel bad, and all he wants is to convey to him is all that he's said, louder and stronger than the noise of Rin's own destructive thoughts.

The reaper is still peering closely at him, as Rin deposits the contraption on the nightstand at his shoulder; the half-demon never quite gets the chance to settle back, not when he has a hand clasping at the back of his neck and the solid, slightly cool pressure of Kid's forehead against his.

Hi, Rin. Hope you don't mind that his attempt to kiss you sort of almost misses and gets the corner of your mouth, the second one is better aimed. Promise.]

[Truthfully, Rin didn't know what he was expecting when Kid had demanded to climb up and share the bed with him. A bit of cuddling, for sure, because that was common place with him and Maka and now Kid to a certain extent. Maybe more words, in an attempt to assuage the fears and doubts racing through his mind like a locomotive out of control?

But instead what he receives is a clumsy kiss, cool lips against his own warm ones, with a hand pulling him in to it. It was surprising - for all their talk of love and all their moments of curling up near one another at night or while watching a move or other such activity, Kid had never been openly affectionate outside of anything more than an embrace or a chaste kiss on the cheek.

This was something new entirely, but new wasn't bad, and it did well for its intended purpose of silencing the roaring upset that refused to quiet on their own. His focus shifted to what Kid was doing, and unlike the one previous, Rin willingly met this kiss with the same feeling that Kid gave it.]

[Aside from that first time, when an uncomfortable conversation with three people crowded into the Host Club dressing room resulted in an act of desperation of Kid's own, he had been very selective about his displays of affection.

It wasn't out of a sense of propriety any more than it was out of shame. Rather, he was stumbling his way around this dark room called a relationship he could have never expected to be in, and like many other things in his life, he was afraid of failing.

Usually the comfort of a companionable lean, the weight and warmth of another's presence, the intimacy of fingers curling into others, the sound of their silence were enough for him, but he thought a stronger message might be needed to press past the roar of his own self-defeatist thoughts.

It seems his guess is the correct one, but Rin's reciprocation spawns a feeling Kid isn't anticipating or prepared for. It's nice. Pleasantly strange, the way his heart gives a funny lurch in the cage of his ribs.

He's curiously investigating it now, the way his mouth feels moving with his, and when he hears the mattress creak, he realizes he's sitting up with the aid of his elbow, leaning in.

Oh. He should. Back off a little before he embarrasses himself any more than he just has.]

...

.......

[Death the Kid's self-consciousness has reached exactly 100%.]

May I try that again?

[That was certainly more to what Rin would have expected of Kid. There was a distinct lack of perfection in the whole thing that, while Rin couldn't have cared less about, he knew Kid would eventually be bothered by enough to cease what they were doing long enough to correct it.

Pulling back left the half-demon decidedly more flushed than he had been at the start, but with a calmness that hadn't been there earlier either. For a moment his voice was difficult to find again, but once it returned it did so with a smile that hadn't been seen in days, almost weeks.]

Y... yeah. Sure.

[The lack of perfection is precisely why he has to try it again. It's. Practice. It doesn't have anything to do with anything else, least of all things like how the color washing over Rin's face is interesting, or the little surge of victory at seeing how he'd managed to dial down his stress in the meantime, or how that was at least eight different shades of really nice.]

...

[Right, really.

He leans in again, and becomes keenly aware of the nearness, of their own breathing, awkwardly out of time with each other, of how too-conscious of where his own limbs are and whether he should be keeping out of Rin's way or trying to tangle with them, warm and comfortable the way they are on those rare occasions that he joins Maka and Rin for a nap.

And suddenly--]

...Hff--

[Suddenly, it's kind of funny, how nervous he feels. It's a pressure that breaks, finally, in a huff of laughter ghosting across the side of Rin's jaw, and before it becomes any louder than a whisper he's pressing his hand over his mouth.]

I'm sorry.

[That, when he's stopped stifling his snickers.]

[They say laughter is contagious, and this moment is absolutely no exception. It wasn't what he was expecting, of course, but it catches none the less, and after a confused blink or two Rin is laughing right along with him. He has no idea why, but for all the ache he had been feeling before that it suddenly feels as though a great weight has been lifted off his chest.

He's not "better", and it will take time to recover from the blow his confidence, but for a single minute where there's nothing but their laughter in the room none of that matters.]

It's okay.

[The adage is 'laughter is the best medicine'. For the moment, it feels true enough; the return of Rin's smile and the sound of shared laughter goes a long way toward encouraging the reaper, settling down any misgivings he had about whether this was a beneficial decision.

It's not something that will be fixed with a single moment, no amount of nervous laughter can make all of it truly better.

But for a moment, it's a refreshing change.

The laughter done, the burnished gold of his gaze takes in every minute change in Rin's expression, admiration present in the subtle brush of the pad of his thumb over the angled tip of his ear, in the way his fingertips draw tiny circles against his scalp.]

That's more like it. You haven't changed, Rin. You're still the same admirable brat who can't lose gracefully in a snowball fight.

[His hand forms a fist, nudging his knuckles against his jaw, as if he meant to punch him -- in extreme slow motion.]

[Rin's fluffy tail moved with a renewed sense of contentment, swaying as much as it could given their position and confines on the bed. With it that low, familiar sound started up again, head tilting to nuzzle in to the gentle caress against his ear.]

Same goes for you. You're still an obsessive chore.

[With the echoed sentiment follows another statement, though, but only after Rin took up Kid's hand with his own, moving it down to plant a kiss against the reaper's thin fingers.]

You two bring out the best in me, though.

[Oh.

Oh no, that's.

Really sweet. And Kid's mouth pulls a thin grimace at 'obsessive chore', but it's only a token offense, something to try to take the edge off the gesture that follows. It does nothing to stop the slow creeping flush from overcoming his sallow face however, when Rin's lips meet his pale fingers.

Ugh. Ugh, Rin, stop. He can't handle saccharine romance it's really upsetting. You're upsetting. STOP.]

...

[Yeah, this has graduated to a full-on blush. Don't say things like that and then flatter him in the same breath that is NOT PLAYING FAIR.

His fingers don't draw back so much as catch him by the chin.]

Quite. Well, this chore isn't done.

[Will you shut up if he kisses you again?

Because that's exactly what he's doing.]

[Rin does what he wants, Kid. He does what he wants.

But then again Kid does what he wants just as much, so at least in that it's a properly equal two way street of willfulness and compassion tempered only with their ability to oddly throw gentle insults and loving remarks within the same second.

These are your boys, Maka.

As for any protest Rin might have been able to voice, it is effectively silenced by the renewed kiss, one which Rin is more than happy to take in place of any sort of verbal sparring match that he would have lost anyway.

No, this is good. This is very good.]

[Kid needs to learn to stop thinking when he's trying to kiss someone, when it already requires so much concentration to avoid doing anything embarrassing, like miss. But he has to wonder if he hasn't stumbled on some kind of game, this verbal sparring match tempered by affection, because gosh that was kind of fun.

Relationships sure are weird.

Know what else is weird? Rin's fringe tickling his nose. That, now that is getting weird and distracting, so Kid wrinkles his nose, eyebrows furrowing, and then his palm flattens out against the center of Rin's chest, to give him a shove down.

The back of that hand then promptly sweeps across his nose, as if he might rub away the lingering sensation of hair trickling across it.

Tries again, but hey, this time he's kind of already forced Rin down, so he hopes he doesn't mind if he has to lean down to meet him there.

N-no he really doesn't mean to be that forceful he was just trying not to sneeze.]

[Relationships are 50% love, 40% affection and admiration, and 10% "how much can I utterly torment my significant other before they rage quit on me."

Alright, maybe it isn't that bad but there is a certain level of loving torment that's to be expected, even if for them it comes in the form of playful verbal ribbing and silly pointless competition with one another.

And of course Rin isn't giving any thought to how his hair might be an issue. It's as messy and shaggy as it ever is, and he only really gives it consideration when it's in his way during cooking or those rare moments he actually bothers to study, at which point the clip that Bon gave him comes out to pin it back.

The idea that it's in the way would have trickled in to his mind, had Kid not forcibly shoved him down on the bed first before giving any indication of discomfort with it.

Oh.

No, okay, he doesn't mind this at all. Forceful Kid is... well... kind of hot. Totally accidental but Rin is certainly not going to complain. Hell, he might even be making some quiet, pleased noises, muffled against Kid's lips but still audible.]

[That's new.

Correction: There's a lot here that's new and different. But this one thing in particular leaves its deep stamp on his mind, now that he's afforded himself the luxury of time to explore it. Rin radiates warmth tirelessly, like there's a furnace burning in his beating chambers, spilling fire through his veins. He can feel the hard edges of his teeth through his lips, contrarily soft in an added surprise. And it's kind of... wet, in a way Kid isn't so sure he likes, but it's Rin and he likes him plenty, and because he seems to be enjoying the contact the reaper is willing to compromise.

Rin is also making some very, very interesting noises, but eventually Kid has to disengage, tsking, lip curling as he abruptly shoves the half-demon's hair back away from his eyes.]

Only you would manage to let yourself get this disheveled.

[The second rake of his fingers is gentler, speaking volumes of unspoken affection.

As he does this, his other hand lifts to his mouth, musing over the warmth. The way kissing Rin left them feeling a little bruised.]

...Am I being too rough with you?

[WOW LOADED QUESTION]

[Don't mind that choked sputter there, Kid. You only caught Rin completely off guard with that question.

He had been prepared to defend his messy state (what do you want? He's been in bed all day. Plus his hair is naturally in that state no matter what), even planning to go so far as saying that Kid wasn't exactly a picture of a pristine reaper himself right now, but the question made all of that die in his throat with a spectacularly... interesting noise and a nice darkening of his cheeks.

Maybe it was for the best, though. Had he mentioned Kid's current state, he likely would have stopped to remedy it, and Rin found himself not wanting this to end any time soon.]

... n-... no... not at all...

[Definitely for the best. Comments to the tune of Kid's less than coiffed state would have stopped their quality time dead in its tracks. He's actually content to stay here for a number of reasons. Rin's fascinating reaction now chief among them, close behind the simple fact that he loves him.]

Oh dear. Have I said something embarrassing?

[He isn't trying to tease him, Kid is just... genuinely mystified. And also very keenly attracted to this different side of him. He leans over him, resting his chin in one hand, watching, a bemused smile accompanying the unsettling, direct gaze.

Wow, why so tsun, Rin.]

...Or do you mean to say you prefer it this way?

[Kid wasn't trying to tease, no, but Rin did have a default setting in moments like this that he was only faintly aware of until now, and it was more or less dialed to 'tsun'. Not that he was about to shove Kid away or call him stupid or any of the more cliched niches that went along with the term in popular media. It was more of a defensive reaction, red face only countered by refusing to meet that intense gold stare, shifting about as if movement would eradicate his clearly bashful state.

He was really not used to being on this end of things, but damned if some part of him didn't just want to have it all.

That gaze was not helping, either.

It took him a few ticking seconds to regain his voice, and with it an awkward clearing of the throat as he finally allowed himself to look back, only to see his boyfriend adding clear amusement to his expression.]

... I meant I... liked it...

[Wow, Rin. Wow.

Is it okay to call a that cute? With his chin in one hand, Kid extends the other, brushing lukewarm knuckles against the side of Rin's face, uncurling his fingers when he reaches the line of his jaw, pulling him to meet his gaze.]

Did you?

I'm glad to hear it.

[The reaper's expression sobers, and perhaps it's long moments into the slow meandering of his cool fingertips up into the barely presentable tousle of his hair, down the hairline into the warmth behind the shell of one ear, down the nape of his neck and thumb tracing the outline of his pulse that it becomes readily apparent that he's content with just watching him.

Memorizing every minutiae of his appearance, the terrain of him beneath his fingers.]

To think, I had almost missed this.

[He means if Rin had gone on ahead, but it could suggest an entirely different outcome for what happened with the coral some time ago, too.]

[As much as Rin would have loved to continue what they had been doing, as much as he wanted to just let the hours melt away with Kid in control over him, letting his lips wander where they pleased, he was just as content to lay there and let the reaper watch him while administering those gentle touches that were meant to do nothing more than keep a connection between the two of them. His breath was even, chest rising and falling slowly, skin warm to the touch and body otherwise still as that hand trailed over him.

The comment did catch him off guard, and for a moment he was blithe enough to think that it meant nothing more than that chance between Rin going and Maka going (or both going) for Kid to have nearly missed the chance for this moment.

But for once, Rin stopped. And thought. And realized there was more to it than that. He couldn't get beyond that particular thought but he was urged to question it curiously.]

How so?

[Kid isn't swift to answer, but that has less to do with wishing to keep the answer to himself so much as figuring out the words he wants to use. And the simple fascination he's discovering of the warm-to-cool trickle of Rin's hair in his fingers, the new comfort of feeling the physical presence right against his side.

Maybe he's starting to see the appeal of sharing a bed, for all its potential asymmetrical dangers.]

I almost lacked the courage to say or do anything. Maka's uncertainty helped, strangely enough.

[When she was worried liking another boy meant she was just like her father and his shallow, over-distributed love.]

Again, because I wasn't yet brave enough, it took only until now to spend time with you like this. If not for the two of you, I wouldn't be here at all. The point is, Rin, I'm not as courageous as you and Maka, but by being with you, I become better by your example.

[Rin's head moved to nudge up against those fingers in his hair, tail resuming slow, content movements against the bed. He didn't start purring like he was so prone to doing in those moments, but he sounded to be very near doing so.]

Mn... even I know there's different kinds of courage though. You can't beat yourself up over somethin' like that, especially if you finally did go through with it.

I agree with you. At some point, I suppose I did deride myself for it, but now I'm simply grateful that things turned out like this.

[As temporary as this is, as all things -- particularly in the lifespan of a reaper -- come to a swift end.

The soft creak of a mattress spring and the whisper of shifting cloth follows Kid's lean towards him, but this time his hand sinks into the surface beside Rin's shoulder. They're nearly nose to nose when he says:]

May I kiss you again?

[That was kind of great and he's a little less dying of nerves now that the first few were received so positively.]

It's better that way. And I'm glad it worked out, too.

[Rin was smiling with his words, eyes half-lidded, so it's only when he hears the groaning springs of the worn out bed that he opens them, only to be staring back in to gold eyes that were a lot closer than they had been a moment ago.

It wasn't startling, but it did make the smile run away from his face, if only until he heard those words. It was such a simple, almost innocent question, yet it made Rin grin that dopey grin that was far more genuine than his earlier expressions.]

Yeah.

I know the way you go 'cause I've been the same for too long

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