[He is guaranteed that, no matter what urges he has, how much he wants, what he craves one thing is certain that he will always approach affection toward his boyfriend with respect, because he respects him as much as he loves him. And he does not want to share those things, the sounds Hayato makes, the way his skin flushes, the way they hold to each other, he wants those for them and them alone. He is not a selfish or greedy person by nature, but this, that side of his bomber, that he will not share.
Yamamoto is trying to see the bright side of it all, he knows that someday they are going to have to confront what happened here, has started to wonder himself if maybe that does not have something to do with why they are here, to begin with. For now, he is trying not to focus on what may have happened here, it seems it was all cleaned up except for the marks on the walls. As if those were things that could not be erased.
He gives those fingers in his a squeeze, linking them as they enter the next apartment. It is the same as the first, minus a bedroom. There are those same marks on the wall just in different places, though it seems maybe a few more as if whoever was in this room fought harder than the other, the view below is still the gardens.
Yamamoto gives a soft chuckle as he finds himself staring at the bomber more than anything in the apartment.]
Is it wrong that I'm thinking more about kissing you than the apartments?
[He's missed him and really considering how badly he missed Yamamoto has done fairly well at keeping his hands to himself or so he thinks at least, though he does continue to move around the apartment, looking in spaces, making sure it is as clean as it seems.]
[ACTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Yamamoto is trying to see the bright side of it all, he knows that someday they are going to have to confront what happened here, has started to wonder himself if maybe that does not have something to do with why they are here, to begin with. For now, he is trying not to focus on what may have happened here, it seems it was all cleaned up except for the marks on the walls. As if those were things that could not be erased.
He gives those fingers in his a squeeze, linking them as they enter the next apartment. It is the same as the first, minus a bedroom. There are those same marks on the wall just in different places, though it seems maybe a few more as if whoever was in this room fought harder than the other, the view below is still the gardens.
Yamamoto gives a soft chuckle as he finds himself staring at the bomber more than anything in the apartment.]
Is it wrong that I'm thinking more about kissing you than the apartments?
[He's missed him and really considering how badly he missed Yamamoto has done fairly well at keeping his hands to himself or so he thinks at least, though he does continue to move around the apartment, looking in spaces, making sure it is as clean as it seems.]