[ tsukasa's crying, understandably, and that makes leo want to cry even less. not because it doesn't hurt, because god, of course it hurts, of course seeing anyone under his flag distressed, hurt, even worse when that person is tsukasa, who he likes and loves and loves—
—but rather it makes him want to cry less because the course of action doesn't seem entirely odd to him, doesn't seem unlikely, doesn't seem so outlandish, that it's asking for too much. if that's what the outcome ended up being, if that's what's necessary that's, simply, what he would do.
he'd already lived too long in the consequences of letting things go too easily; he already drowned in what-ifs and i-shouldn't-haves and he doesn't want to do that again.
maybe it wouldn't work out. maybe the dream was a little too out of touch with reality, but it isn't as if leo wouldn't try. so instead of allowing tsukasa's rejection to affect him, he squeezes their interlocked hands, and then he moves. a hand goes up to wipe away any tears that might fall, but really, he just wants to look at tsukasa's face, bring him a little closer. ]
Who says it's not?
[ it's straight to the point—leo's own rejection of whatever plans tsukasa had for a worst-case scenario, whatever reality he'd drawn up.
despite the exasperation was voiced in his direction, or complaints that made themselves known with no degree of subtlety (it's not like leo is subtle on his own, either—they both are far too honest), leo's aware that his own well-being was always something on suou's mind. here, well—that's no exception. ]
"I can't"? Like I said, I'm the King. Telling me what I can or can't do is definitely out of your league.
[ again, that blunt honesty. he doesn't mean it cruelly, but. but he means to show that he's not backing out of this, that tsukasa can just save his breath. ]
Whatever you wanna do to make what you're dealt better, Suo, that's up to you—but if it's me holding you back, forget about that! [ .... ] I've had lots of people waiting for me already. What goes around comes around, and...
[ no more knights waiting for their king;
just a king waiting for a knight, his knight, if he had to. ]
Well, this's still all if, of course... I'm just saying, maybe it's just my time now.
[ and it'd be worth it, just for the possibility that they could meet again like this. ]
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—but rather it makes him want to cry less because the course of action doesn't seem entirely odd to him, doesn't seem unlikely, doesn't seem so outlandish, that it's asking for too much. if that's what the outcome ended up being, if that's what's necessary that's, simply, what he would do.
he'd already lived too long in the consequences of letting things go too easily; he already drowned in what-ifs and i-shouldn't-haves and he doesn't want to do that again.
maybe it wouldn't work out. maybe the dream was a little too out of touch with reality, but it isn't as if leo wouldn't try. so instead of allowing tsukasa's rejection to affect him, he squeezes their interlocked hands, and then he moves. a hand goes up to wipe away any tears that might fall, but really, he just wants to look at tsukasa's face, bring him a little closer. ]
Who says it's not?
[ it's straight to the point—leo's own rejection of whatever plans tsukasa had for a worst-case scenario, whatever reality he'd drawn up.
despite the exasperation was voiced in his direction, or complaints that made themselves known with no degree of subtlety (it's not like leo is subtle on his own, either—they both are far too honest), leo's aware that his own well-being was always something on suou's mind. here, well—that's no exception. ]
"I can't"? Like I said, I'm the King. Telling me what I can or can't do is definitely out of your league.
[ again, that blunt honesty. he doesn't mean it cruelly, but. but he means to show that he's not backing out of this, that tsukasa can just save his breath. ]
Whatever you wanna do to make what you're dealt better, Suo, that's up to you—but if it's me holding you back, forget about that! [ .... ] I've had lots of people waiting for me already. What goes around comes around, and...
[ no more knights waiting for their king;
just a king waiting for a knight, his knight, if he had to. ]
Well, this's still all if, of course... I'm just saying, maybe it's just my time now.
[ and it'd be worth it, just for the possibility that they could meet again like this. ]