[Sakamoto's life is chock full of unrequited loves, but he is at peace with this. After all, that is the only kind of love a man like him can give. He feels trapped on the same goddamn planet if he stays for more than a week, and his heart is in his work, it's all there.
He believes that the love he has is enough. He has the faith of his crew and his friends! Hell, he has the faith of several multi billion dollar corporations, though they are fickle. While the company's revenue goes up and down, and they're constantly in the red... He has stability to a certain extent. There is money to be made, he's always stupidly confident in his ability to pull things back up again.
But then why do his feet always lead him astray? He wanders in the middle of the night into the nearest woman's arms or dives into the closest pool of alcohol. What is there to escape, other than the darker corners of his mind that visit him at night?
He doesn't know. He only thinks about how beautiful Zura looks here and now, how he'll remember these sounds on darker, lonelier nights when the Kairinmaru can't make any stops. He looks beautiful, but also-
Isn't this fucking pathetic, somehow?]
Zu-
[He can feel each spurt against his abdomen, it's nice and warm and horrible at the same time. He can feel that and something else too.
Sakamoto isn't hard anymore; he waited too long.
Still, he embraces his friend, whose happiness is far more important than a thing he can easily give himself. Kindly, he plants a kiss atop Zura's forehead.]
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He believes that the love he has is enough. He has the faith of his crew and his friends! Hell, he has the faith of several multi billion dollar corporations, though they are fickle. While the company's revenue goes up and down, and they're constantly in the red... He has stability to a certain extent. There is money to be made, he's always stupidly confident in his ability to pull things back up again.
But then why do his feet always lead him astray? He wanders in the middle of the night into the nearest woman's arms or dives into the closest pool of alcohol. What is there to escape, other than the darker corners of his mind that visit him at night?
He doesn't know. He only thinks about how beautiful Zura looks here and now, how he'll remember these sounds on darker, lonelier nights when the Kairinmaru can't make any stops. He looks beautiful, but also-
Isn't this fucking pathetic, somehow?]
Zu-
[He can feel each spurt against his abdomen, it's nice and warm and horrible at the same time. He can feel that and something else too.
Sakamoto isn't hard anymore; he waited too long.
Still, he embraces his friend, whose happiness is far more important than a thing he can easily give himself. Kindly, he plants a kiss atop Zura's forehead.]
Let's wash up. You must be real tired.