[ okay. this is when the shame settles, right?



nope. mostly they've been together too long and done too much for leo to be at the point that he really feels shame... and given he's barely the type to feel it regardless, can anyone really be surprised? in his defence, maybe he would've, if this was fresh and new and he wasn't leo and he wasn't tsukasa.

at least he mulls over the sheets a bit, skimming his own words, as if he's not the one who wrote them. ]

... Oh, [ ..... there's no proper explanation for this, is there?

so instead leo says, pointing to a specific line: ] This part? That was that one time, yeah? We came back from that meet-up a couple of months ago, I think? Huh, wait, that's sure vague, huh...? Was it a month ago? Or maybe it was...

[ his memory's not the best, but even he remembers the specific actions burned as they are into his mind. fortunately his attention span is just as poor as his general ability to Recall Things, because he's shifting his chair a bit to get a better look at tsukasa and—

— pausing over the roses, with a grin. ]

Hey, are those for me?

[ ignoring that he didn't even answer the actual question asked




it's too fucking late for romance ]