[Guanshan's arms are open but it's purely accidental, like the shock of it threw him open and he isn't sure how to close yet — and really, that's probably a good metaphor for all of his attachments: tried it once and the door just stuck.]
[orange eyes open wide as he looks at nothing past Keigo's shoulder, his rib cage tangibly shivering as warmth strikes it from both sides. he's never thought of Keigo's grip as especially strong, but he still sort of feels like he's going to break in it. ...stupid. this is all so stupid.]
Yeah. I'm here too. [it's said low, words that are meant only for him in the noise of a square where everyone's trying to talk over one another. maybe that makes it a secret — or a promise.]
[he gets it, after all. he remembers watching people come and go. he has no idea how long Keigo's been here, even though it feels like he just saw him. that's the problem with time when out in space: sometimes it just doesn't fucking know how to be linear.]
You good? [and, well, he's not pushing Keigo off of him, which certainly says something about Guanshan's tolerance for him. maybe it's struck something closer to affection, even if it's just because he caught him at a weak moment, but there's the way he sags into the embrace that says he doesn't really hate it, either.]
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[orange eyes open wide as he looks at nothing past Keigo's shoulder, his rib cage tangibly shivering as warmth strikes it from both sides. he's never thought of Keigo's grip as especially strong, but he still sort of feels like he's going to break in it. ...stupid. this is all so stupid.]
Yeah. I'm here too. [it's said low, words that are meant only for him in the noise of a square where everyone's trying to talk over one another. maybe that makes it a secret — or a promise.]
[he gets it, after all. he remembers watching people come and go. he has no idea how long Keigo's been here, even though it feels like he just saw him. that's the problem with time when out in space: sometimes it just doesn't fucking know how to be linear.]
You good? [and, well, he's not pushing Keigo off of him, which certainly says something about Guanshan's tolerance for him. maybe it's struck something closer to affection, even if it's just because he caught him at a weak moment, but there's the way he sags into the embrace that says he doesn't really hate it, either.]