The panic and fear and guilt knotted in his chest slowly unfurls with every kiss, and the tears at the corners of his eyes finally fall. Itsuki doesn't cry, really. There's no point in crying, not when his whole life was built to cater to others, to soothe their tears. When was the last time...?
At the ferris wheel, in that place Buzen had been in. When he thought he'd really lost him. But he came back, didn't he? Still, the memory weighs on him, and he moves to cradle Buzen's face in his hands,]
Buzen...
[...This is now. Buzen's face, and the warmth of his body.]
...Yeah. I'll follow wherever you go. [the ripple and the wind, whether alive or gone, itsuki knows he'll follow.]
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The panic and fear and guilt knotted in his chest slowly unfurls with every kiss, and the tears at the corners of his eyes finally fall. Itsuki doesn't cry, really. There's no point in crying, not when his whole life was built to cater to others, to soothe their tears. When was the last time...?
At the ferris wheel, in that place Buzen had been in. When he thought he'd really lost him. But he came back, didn't he? Still, the memory weighs on him, and he moves to cradle Buzen's face in his hands,]
Buzen...
[...This is now. Buzen's face, and the warmth of his body.]
...Yeah. I'll follow wherever you go. [the ripple and the wind, whether alive or gone, itsuki knows he'll follow.]