Anything she's gonna tell me is staying in the depths between my imagination and reality, okay? What you get... that's up to her.

[ there's that warning.

if ruka felt like she had things to say (whether they be to tsukasa or otherwise) once leo made it apparent that there was an awareness of her small tells, he wasn't going to tell her no. he'll support her to do what she feels is best for her? that's just how it was.

maybe he'll know. maybe he won't.

to tsukasa's other words, however... he's far more certain about the outcome of those, as he gives their intertwined fingers a gentle squeeze. he smiles, calm, in that rare way of his when he's both settled and fond. ]

The answer to that last one's up to us, though! And... [ tsukasa scoots closer, and leo meets him halfway, scooting too. then, he brings tsukasa's hand to settle over his chest - it's not as if his heartbeat can be felt through his hoodie, just - leo's all about illustrating the point through action, too. ] So long as what's here's still singing the same, we'll be the same.

[ wait, that sounds stagnant. they're always blooming, inspiring, shifting, so - ]

Or, well... moving in the same way! Up? Forward? Diagonally? Wherever you like! [ ... ] Except that kinda counts as changing...? But if we both change together, maybe not at all. I love you, Tsuu - you don't need to ask if the roots of that'll ever change, 'cause they won't, wahaha! I'm not playing around with this "serious matter" - ☆

[ ah yes, said so shamelessly.

with such love crammed into the syllables, because if he doesn't let those feelings out of his chest eventually, he'll drown in them. ]