[Minato sighs, out his nose out of respect for their close quarters (coffee breath is not a gift to be given freely), and moves his hand from the back of Ryoji's neck to his cheek again. Only this time, instead of a caress, his thumb works itself into the tiny dimple at the corner of his mouth and -
[Fuuuuu. He twitches as Minato pinches his cheek, but makes no move to get away. So he stays suspended between them, leaning halfway forward while his cheek stretches comically beneath Minato's fingertips. His voice is muffled.]
[Minato makes him suffer a little bit, fixing him with his flat stare across the short divide as he pulls at the other boy's cheek like taffy. But between Ryoji's troubled look and the bizarre, elastic expression of his face, his stonefaced expression quickly softens into a rare, indulgent smile.
Satisfied he's made Ryoji suffer enough, he swaps pinching for petting, smoothing out the sting with the pad of his thumb while chuckling under his breath.]
.... I.. don't know Atsumi-san all that well, yet. I don't know if we're all that alike, either.
[His smile dims a little bit; though he tries not to wear it on his face, his heart is a little troubled. Perhaps subconsciously he leans a little closer, letting part of that weight within him rest against Ryoji, each propping the other up.]
... But I think we're both happier, having met you. So....
[Ryoji's focus is suddenly off the sting and on Minato's face. There were only a few times that he had caught a smile like that—so few, in fact, that he could name them. He spends a moment mulling over his words, and the odd serenity that they seem to bring.
It wasn't so hard to believe that Minato had saved the world, especially not what he said things like that.
He remains still, as if he's allowing the words to sink into him. And then he mirrors the small smile as it fades from Minato's lips, as if he's somehow passed it on. His voice gets low.]
[Minato jolts a little, at that. They're sitting so close now that Ryoji's voice rumbles through his own chest when the other speaks. Ah - perhaps he's said something a bit dangerous, there.
Feeling suddenly rather self-conscious, he glances away from Ryoji retracts the hand patting his cheek. As he turns his head it's evident that a pale flush is starting to climb it's way into his cheeks.]
.... We lost a lot, but we also gained something irreplaceable...
[He was always guessing, even as Pharos, about the extent of Minato's affection. If it was something he had no qualms about, it was touching. It made him feel solid, like the world was something more than a lucid dream. With a hint of a smile, he watches Minato's hand drop to his lap. He gives him a moment to collect himself before unabashedly reaching for his wrist, putting it back on his cheek and leaning into his palm.]
You should talk to her.
[And he leans forward closer, if possible, resting his head beneath Minato's.]
[Well, fine. If that's the way Ryoji's going to play it then he supposes, with a little half-sigh, that he'll just have to indulge him (and himself). As Ryoji nestles in against his chest the hand on his cheek naturally migrates to accommodate him; from his jaw to the soft spot underneath his ear, to the back of Ryoji's head.]
... Mm. She really is kind kind, and energetic.
[Taking advantage of the fact that Ryoji's head is at the perfect height, Minato props his chin on top of it and exhales, breath stirring the flyaway hairs against his cheek.]
[He always came to the same conclusion. He could love Minato freely and ask for nothing in return. Even though that was never the case, he knew that he would be content with it. He leans into him further, not minding the scent of coffee and syrup.]
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Date: 2010-08-03 04:31 am (UTC)[Minato sighs, out his nose out of respect for their close quarters (coffee breath is not a gift to be given freely), and moves his hand from the back of Ryoji's neck to his cheek again. Only this time, instead of a caress, his thumb works itself into the tiny dimple at the corner of his mouth and -
Pinches.]
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Date: 2010-08-03 04:43 am (UTC)Mi~na~to~!
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Date: 2010-08-03 05:06 am (UTC)Satisfied he's made Ryoji suffer enough, he swaps pinching for petting, smoothing out the sting with the pad of his thumb while chuckling under his breath.]
.... I.. don't know Atsumi-san all that well, yet. I don't know if we're all that alike, either.
[His smile dims a little bit; though he tries not to wear it on his face, his heart is a little troubled. Perhaps subconsciously he leans a little closer, letting part of that weight within him rest against Ryoji, each propping the other up.]
... But I think we're both happier, having met you. So....
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Date: 2010-08-03 06:28 am (UTC)It wasn't so hard to believe that Minato had saved the world, especially not what he said things like that.
He remains still, as if he's allowing the words to sink into him. And then he mirrors the small smile as it fades from Minato's lips, as if he's somehow passed it on. His voice gets low.]
I'm happy I met you too.
(desperate attempt to salvage some of this thread's masculinity)
Date: 2010-08-03 03:46 pm (UTC)Feeling suddenly rather self-conscious, he glances away from Ryoji retracts the hand patting his cheek. As he turns his head it's evident that a pale flush is starting to climb it's way into his cheeks.]
.... We lost a lot, but we also gained something irreplaceable...
That's the way it is so... don't worry about it.
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Date: 2010-08-03 04:04 pm (UTC)[He was always guessing, even as Pharos, about the extent of Minato's affection. If it was something he had no qualms about, it was touching. It made him feel solid, like the world was something more than a lucid dream. With a hint of a smile, he watches Minato's hand drop to his lap. He gives him a moment to collect himself before unabashedly reaching for his wrist, putting it back on his cheek and leaning into his palm.]
You should talk to her.
[And he leans forward closer, if possible, resting his head beneath Minato's.]
She's a lovely person.
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Date: 2010-08-03 04:56 pm (UTC)[Well, fine. If that's the way Ryoji's going to play it then he supposes, with a little half-sigh, that he'll just have to indulge him (and himself). As Ryoji nestles in against his chest the hand on his cheek naturally migrates to accommodate him; from his jaw to the soft spot underneath his ear, to the back of Ryoji's head.]
... Mm. She really is kind kind, and energetic.
[Taking advantage of the fact that Ryoji's head is at the perfect height, Minato props his chin on top of it and exhales, breath stirring the flyaway hairs against his cheek.]
You must really treasure her.
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Date: 2010-08-04 02:04 am (UTC)I do, even though she's different from you.