[ except doppo isn't a lifelike illusion or a product of a dream -- he's truly here in all his anxiety-ridden glory, thinking of hifumi and jakurai and fretting about them; hifumi, especially, because while the other man may be taking care of most of the day-to-day things in their shared lives, who's going to be there for hifumi when he freaks out about the ladies? who's going to look out for him and help save him from deranged female stalkers? the list goes on, of course, which is only broken when hifumi, blessed hifumi, his best and closest and only friend speaks up as a matter of course.
he looks up, expression clearing as he meets his eyes, relief fierce in his own. he's here! doppo immediately gets up, reaching out to squeeze his arm, his shoulder, as if trying to feel for himself that he's here and unhurt. ]
Hifumi! What're you -- you're safe! [ but that's weird; doppo's always been wired to be ultra-sensitive to every shift in the mood of the people around him (out of survival), but most especially when it comes to hifumi, so why does he look like he's going to cry? doppo's immediately concerned, his own simmering questions of just why and how hifumi got here shelved for the time being. ]
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he looks up, expression clearing as he meets his eyes, relief fierce in his own. he's here! doppo immediately gets up, reaching out to squeeze his arm, his shoulder, as if trying to feel for himself that he's here and unhurt. ]
Hifumi! What're you -- you're safe! [ but that's weird; doppo's always been wired to be ultra-sensitive to every shift in the mood of the people around him (out of survival), but most especially when it comes to hifumi, so why does he look like he's going to cry? doppo's immediately concerned, his own simmering questions of just why and how hifumi got here shelved for the time being. ]
Are you okay? What happened?