[Sakamoto doesn't look all that perturbed on the outside. Mildly frazzled, confused perhaps, but not terrified.
Should he have closed his eyes?
What a pathetic, fragile man he is, and in his mind he curses himself for being so weak. The gesture was nothing more than an innocent one, Katsura is affectionate in ways that many would find unfitting for a man, but that didn't mean anything. It shouldn't have stirred that.]
I'm out late all the time.
Don't be sorry.
[He wants more than anything to grab Zura's face and kiss him, or scream, scream about how frustrating it is to be smiling in a room full of old, disappointed faces, how being an optimist can put an invisible but heavy weight on one's shoulders.
Sakamoto is not the kind of man to share his problems so easily, and maybe that's because he doesn't think of them as problems. There are people with no beds to sleep in, no homes to speak of, who go about their days feeling miserable and hungry and sad.
Everything unpleasant in his life is just that- Mildly unpleasant. Easily tucked away.]
I'm glad you're here.
[He reaches out to brush a dark strand of hair to the side, as he can't resist the urge to at least touch the other man.]
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Should he have closed his eyes?
What a pathetic, fragile man he is, and in his mind he curses himself for being so weak. The gesture was nothing more than an innocent one, Katsura is affectionate in ways that many would find unfitting for a man, but that didn't mean anything. It shouldn't have stirred that.]
I'm out late all the time.
Don't be sorry.
[He wants more than anything to grab Zura's face and kiss him, or scream, scream about how frustrating it is to be smiling in a room full of old, disappointed faces, how being an optimist can put an invisible but heavy weight on one's shoulders.
Sakamoto is not the kind of man to share his problems so easily, and maybe that's because he doesn't think of them as problems. There are people with no beds to sleep in, no homes to speak of, who go about their days feeling miserable and hungry and sad.
Everything unpleasant in his life is just that- Mildly unpleasant. Easily tucked away.]
I'm glad you're here.
[He reaches out to brush a dark strand of hair to the side, as he can't resist the urge to at least touch the other man.]
It really has been a while.