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[bookoverflowers]

[if he's being honest with himself, he's still angry. accepting, but angry. so there's no music coming out of boys' 21 today, just silence. rui is curled up on the bed, reading, and waiting for a knock he's still not sure is going to come]

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[wetfortono]

[well that choice seems like an easy one to make, considering the alternative, but he isn't sure how to go from there]

... I won't push you away again.

[bookoverflowers]

All right.

[now he just has to figure out how to be not hurt]

[wetfortono]

[looks your way, mouth pressed into a stubborn line, because how does one cheer up a person who's angry at you?

eventually he just scoots over and picks up your hand. now is not a time for hesitation!!]

[bookoverflowers]

[lets you, although his hand just kind of lies there limply and he is not at all sure where this is going]

[wetfortono]

[it's kind of painfully obvious that he's making up his plan as he goes, and even then it's a bit of a confused one]

Allow me.

[which is not 'may I', but it wouldn't be him if he could just offer physical comfort without announcing himself. and then you, sir, become receiver of a level one manhug]

[bookoverflowers]

[for a moment he just sits there, not sure what to do with this. but he wouldn't be hurt if he didn't care, so in the end his unoccupied hand comes up to ryuunosuke's back]

[wetfortono]

[takes a deep breath and sort of squeezes your torso]

In case you can't tell, I really don't know what to do now, but I need you to know that you are very important to me. And I'll, ah, I'm getting my priorities in order, I'd like to think. And I know I'm talking a lot again, but I'm not sorry for that.

[bookoverflowers]

[he still doesn't really have any words, but that hand does come up to pat your hair]

[wetfortono]

[sighs]

Rui, do you like soba?

[bookoverflowers]

Yeah.

[wetfortono]

Well, I'm making some tonight, so if you'd like to come over... or I could just drop some off if you don't feel like going out. Either way, it's too much for me alone.

[bookoverflowers]

[the silence is alllmost long enough that it seems like maybe he's not going to answer]

...yeah. I'll come over then.

[wetfortono]

[was starting to hold his breath, but lets it go then. and also, you]

Good. Okay. I'll take my leave and get on that, then.

[gestures vaguely towards the paperbag before he thinks better of it and just leaves it where it is]

See you later?

[bookoverflowers]

See you later.

[he walks over to the paper bag and opens it carefully. he looks at its contents for another long minute before reaching in and pulling out an apple, which he polishes on his sleeve]