[He is spending too much time on it, he's been doing that a lot in his thoughts lately. It is not a bad thing, it is just marking growth in the hitman from the way things have changed in his life since arriving on Anchor. His thoughts haven't been negative, but then he has kept the more reflective moments like this to himself as he ran or found a spot to work in Anchor.
He can see it in Gokudera's gaze, in his body language, he knows he messed up. He was being stupid and it is not something he is used to being so aware of.]
I know, it's just for once, things were good, you could hide in the library all day and read if you wanted. There are no bad guys looking to hurt us, it's nice and I wanted you to enjoy it.
[He hangs his head, not a common position for Yamamoto, he can feel Gokudera there. He knew he would have to be close to clean the wound so it does not surprise him. What does is how gentle the gauze is, he knows he pissed him off, he deserves him to be angry with him. And all he can is say the words, why does he have to use so many words. Because what he feels is not something he himself has learned how to show exactly yet or express right in words he thinks but he tries. He always tries harder but right now, he is trying his hardest.]
You're right, I'm sorry for being stupid. [What he does not expect is Gokudera's hand on his chest or the reflective look in his eyes as touches Yamaomto's bare skin, even a brush is more than anyone else has ever done in his life, to most a small thing it's a first for the baseball player. It's warm, not just where Gokudera touches but blossoming outward from it to the rest of his body. He is certain Gokudera can hear how hard his heart thumps as it echoes in his own ears. Still staring at the place where fingers were a moment ago, not even noticing the burning that comes from his side as gauze cleans the wound.
Then he his head snaps up, as if out of a trance and he stares at Gokudera.]
Of course, I couldn't stand it if something happened to you. [Well..words, he had them didn't he. And out of his mouth, they go without him thinking, it's as raw and honest as one can be since he did not think, he just spoke his mind immediately. Then concern draws his brow, Gokudera is looking tired, those flames he is trying his best to ignore as he does not want to grimace must be hard on him. He can feel his skin pull, it should be enough. Slowly he raises his fingers covering Gokudera's sun flames with his own hand, a soft trickle of rain flames lighting along with his own without his notice. They aren't going to do much in the grand scheme as rain flames aren't designed for healing perse but it's the resolve to not see his friend overexert himself and his ring responds to his feelings.]
It's okay, don't overdo it. [It's strange, he can feel so off-kilter, so down but the moment he even thinks Gokudera could need him, it gives him a determination. Even if this would all be uncalled for had he been smarter.]
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He can see it in Gokudera's gaze, in his body language, he knows he messed up. He was being stupid and it is not something he is used to being so aware of.]
I know, it's just for once, things were good, you could hide in the library all day and read if you wanted. There are no bad guys looking to hurt us, it's nice and I wanted you to enjoy it.
[He hangs his head, not a common position for Yamamoto, he can feel Gokudera there. He knew he would have to be close to clean the wound so it does not surprise him. What does is how gentle the gauze is, he knows he pissed him off, he deserves him to be angry with him. And all he can is say the words, why does he have to use so many words. Because what he feels is not something he himself has learned how to show exactly yet or express right in words he thinks but he tries. He always tries harder but right now, he is trying his hardest.]
You're right, I'm sorry for being stupid. [What he does not expect is Gokudera's hand on his chest or the reflective look in his eyes as touches Yamaomto's bare skin, even a brush is more than anyone else has ever done in his life, to most a small thing it's a first for the baseball player. It's warm, not just where Gokudera touches but blossoming outward from it to the rest of his body. He is certain Gokudera can hear how hard his heart thumps as it echoes in his own ears. Still staring at the place where fingers were a moment ago, not even noticing the burning that comes from his side as gauze cleans the wound.
Then he his head snaps up, as if out of a trance and he stares at Gokudera.]
Of course, I couldn't stand it if something happened to you. [Well..words, he had them didn't he. And out of his mouth, they go without him thinking, it's as raw and honest as one can be since he did not think, he just spoke his mind immediately. Then concern draws his brow, Gokudera is looking tired, those flames he is trying his best to ignore as he does not want to grimace must be hard on him. He can feel his skin pull, it should be enough. Slowly he raises his fingers covering Gokudera's sun flames with his own hand, a soft trickle of rain flames lighting along with his own without his notice. They aren't going to do much in the grand scheme as rain flames aren't designed for healing perse but it's the resolve to not see his friend overexert himself and his ring responds to his feelings.]
It's okay, don't overdo it. [It's strange, he can feel so off-kilter, so down but the moment he even thinks Gokudera could need him, it gives him a determination. Even if this would all be uncalled for had he been smarter.]