[He wonders if the apartment that he died in was one of those. It's hard to really remember anything except for the emotions and the physical sensations that surrounded his death. He doesn't want to bring it back up again and then nods. They can have a real home...]
I'd like that... Even if it's not luxury. [Honestly, his most domestic lifestyle had been when he lived in Midas, in the slums, in the home he'd built out of a shipping container. It was safe, and he had a roommate that cared for him.
But to have a home with Takeshi.
It's not something he ever knew he wanted, and it's more than he could ever think of wanting.]
...
[He looks uncertain, worried and even further embarrassed. Gokudera does not let Takeshi go, but he does look down, hiding his disapproving expression. Thinking back on how they met in Amoi, before he was even the baseball idiot's pet... it doesn't make him think of anything particularly bad, and it hadn't exactly been a bad memory, but he remember vividly what happened. The drug he'd been injected with, the display he'd been made out of, and how much everyone saw of him.]
There's something you wanted to show me?
[Quick! Time to stop talking about that! He unwinds his arms and slides his hands down to settle them on his boyfriend's shoulders.]
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[He wonders if the apartment that he died in was one of those. It's hard to really remember anything except for the emotions and the physical sensations that surrounded his death. He doesn't want to bring it back up again and then nods. They can have a real home...]
I'd like that... Even if it's not luxury. [Honestly, his most domestic lifestyle had been when he lived in Midas, in the slums, in the home he'd built out of a shipping container. It was safe, and he had a roommate that cared for him.
But to have a home with Takeshi.
It's not something he ever knew he wanted, and it's more than he could ever think of wanting.]
...
[He looks uncertain, worried and even further embarrassed. Gokudera does not let Takeshi go, but he does look down, hiding his disapproving expression. Thinking back on how they met in Amoi, before he was even the baseball idiot's pet... it doesn't make him think of anything particularly bad, and it hadn't exactly been a bad memory, but he remember vividly what happened. The drug he'd been injected with, the display he'd been made out of, and how much everyone saw of him.]
There's something you wanted to show me?
[Quick! Time to stop talking about that! He unwinds his arms and slides his hands down to settle them on his boyfriend's shoulders.]