[ and for once, he's found easily, in the middle of sheets of paper on the floor, leaning against the wall, ear buds tucked in and eyes shut peacefully as he listens. what he's listening to, well... it's probably not a surprise. to say that leo never listened to music while in the middle of composing is an understatement; everything mingles too much with each other, he'd exclaimed before, frustrated. taking inspiration from a piece you've already done while you're working on something else... the risk of rehashing what you've already done is too much, and it's definitely the worst!
there's only one exception to that. a quiet collaboration, and a song about home, which he'd managed to get vocals recorded and mixed with some minor nudging. he needed it, see, and it definitely helped. when he was alone and worried on his own, when inspiration ran dry — it just burst forth with this. he could call it a song spanning the universe, maybe...? that's a description theatrical enough for him. actually, maybe it'd be more accurate to say that suou—
—oh. speak of the devil, huh? there's a lull in the music when tsukasa speaks out, and it takes a moment to realize that the voice that manages to hit his ears isn't singing lyrics, even as they mesh together as one. he pulls out an earbud, his head tilted lightly in a way that says you've got my attention, smile soft, though his gaze is focused on his sheets...
... until he's noticed the way his name is said is wrong, somehow, that it's dissonant, and then he's pulling out the other earbud and pushing his full focus onto suou.
and the expression he finds isn't one of those that he's fallen in love with, no, though he loves him completely anyway—
—which is why he's quick to gather up the paper beside him, moving it aside in a way that isn't panicked but urgent all the same. a leader's request, no... command, almost; one of those rare moments when his instructions are clear, wordless until he says: ]
Hey. I'm right here.
[ he doesn't start the conversation off with what's wrong, won't ask even if his eyes might be making that concern of his clear... because he figures tsukasa knows that that's on his mind already, that he'll want to know, that even then he won't push any conversation until he's ready.
but that silent support he is offering and will always offer, prompting or not; he's here for tsukasa to collect himself first, as a pillar that won't be used sometimes, and that's fine. it's funny that the disappearing king can say that he's always going to try his best to be here, that someone who ran could be a pillar of anything again, but he'd promised, so... he'd always definitely be here for that, no matter what. ]
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there's only one exception to that. a quiet collaboration, and a song about home, which he'd managed to get vocals recorded and mixed with some minor nudging. he needed it, see, and it definitely helped. when he was alone and worried on his own, when inspiration ran dry — it just burst forth with this. he could call it a song spanning the universe, maybe...? that's a description theatrical enough for him. actually, maybe it'd be more accurate to say that suou—
—oh. speak of the devil, huh? there's a lull in the music when tsukasa speaks out, and it takes a moment to realize that the voice that manages to hit his ears isn't singing lyrics, even as they mesh together as one. he pulls out an earbud, his head tilted lightly in a way that says you've got my attention, smile soft, though his gaze is focused on his sheets...
... until he's noticed the way his name is said is wrong, somehow, that it's dissonant, and then he's pulling out the other earbud and pushing his full focus onto suou.
and the expression he finds isn't one of those that he's fallen in love with, no, though he loves him completely anyway—
—which is why he's quick to gather up the paper beside him, moving it aside in a way that isn't panicked but urgent all the same. a leader's request, no... command, almost; one of those rare moments when his instructions are clear, wordless until he says: ]
Hey. I'm right here.
[ he doesn't start the conversation off with what's wrong, won't ask even if his eyes might be making that concern of his clear... because he figures tsukasa knows that that's on his mind already, that he'll want to know, that even then he won't push any conversation until he's ready.
but that silent support he is offering and will always offer, prompting or not; he's here for tsukasa to collect himself first, as a pillar that won't be used sometimes, and that's fine. it's funny that the disappearing king can say that he's always going to try his best to be here, that someone who ran could be a pillar of anything again, but he'd promised, so... he'd always definitely be here for that, no matter what. ]