[Likewise, Gokudera is not interested in making anything truly worse for Yamamoto. He doesn't want an apology. He wants acknowledgement, for the other to tell him that if he ever needs help, and if anything happens to him, that it'll only take a word. He'll be there, wants more than anything for someone to depend on him and to feel as though he's done something worthwhile.
Helping Yamamoto is worthwhile. He doesn't want him to feel lost, for him to think that there is any shame in needing help. It is a much greater inconvenience and a pain for Gokudera to not know when his family needs him. The thought of any of them suffering before him in their own ways... He knows Yamamoto would understand that. Maybe it's just hard for him to see because he wasn't doing it out of pride like Gokudera often does.] Without what?
A fight? [Gokudera wants to touch him again, to grab his arms and shake him slightly and reassure him with all the will he can manage. Life is a fight. It's every day ahead that is their victory and accomplishment. But... he doesn't have such a way with words. He instead gives him a soft, affectionate little smirk.] The Tenth would be happy... [They're well. They are not alone.
And he only chews his thought when he's got a struggle with logic and emotions. It's probably why his lips seem so chapped and why he tends to have a cigarette. If it's not lit, it's there simply to give Gokudera and outlet to chew his frustrations out. Someone get this teenager some gum, and he'd probably feel much more calm.
As it is, he has no idea the nervous habit pulls Yamamoto's attention so. His breath catches when the other touches his chin, and his eyes widen and oh god he wants to surge up like a wave. Instead, he holds himself back, green eyes locked to brown and lids lowering at the touch of that thumb to his lip. It is such a normal sensation to Gokudera, a welcome one he'd missed that he tips his head slightly, lifts his chin a little so that his lip is pressed down the slightest bit. He wants to kiss... or bite... or lick, and his heart is racing.
This is not uncomfortable. Back on Amoi, this was Gokudera's bread and butter.
But this is not Amoi. This is not someone else. This... is completely different, and he's stuck, rooted by temptation and the sight of the other unmarred before him.] Yes [His voice is rough, and his hand slides off where the wound had been. The healing process sped everything up naturally and there's a slight scab there. Looks like it's been there for weeks and treated well.
Ah, and this is part of the reason why he's been "hiding" in the library.]
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Helping Yamamoto is worthwhile. He doesn't want him to feel lost, for him to think that there is any shame in needing help. It is a much greater inconvenience and a pain for Gokudera to not know when his family needs him. The thought of any of them suffering before him in their own ways... He knows Yamamoto would understand that. Maybe it's just hard for him to see because he wasn't doing it out of pride like Gokudera often does.] Without what?
A fight? [Gokudera wants to touch him again, to grab his arms and shake him slightly and reassure him with all the will he can manage. Life is a fight. It's every day ahead that is their victory and accomplishment. But... he doesn't have such a way with words. He instead gives him a soft, affectionate little smirk.] The Tenth would be happy... [They're well. They are not alone.
And he only chews his thought when he's got a struggle with logic and emotions. It's probably why his lips seem so chapped and why he tends to have a cigarette. If it's not lit, it's there simply to give Gokudera and outlet to chew his frustrations out. Someone get this teenager some gum, and he'd probably feel much more calm.
As it is, he has no idea the nervous habit pulls Yamamoto's attention so. His breath catches when the other touches his chin, and his eyes widen and oh god he wants to surge up like a wave. Instead, he holds himself back, green eyes locked to brown and lids lowering at the touch of that thumb to his lip. It is such a normal sensation to Gokudera, a welcome one he'd missed that he tips his head slightly, lifts his chin a little so that his lip is pressed down the slightest bit. He wants to kiss... or bite... or lick, and his heart is racing.
This is not uncomfortable. Back on Amoi, this was Gokudera's bread and butter.
But this is not Amoi. This is not someone else. This... is completely different, and he's stuck, rooted by temptation and the sight of the other unmarred before him.] Yes [His voice is rough, and his hand slides off where the wound had been. The healing process sped everything up naturally and there's a slight scab there. Looks like it's been there for weeks and treated well.
Ah, and this is part of the reason why he's been "hiding" in the library.]