[Sakamoto's grip tightens instinctively. His throat feels so dry right about now, he attempts to muster up the courage to say what he should.
"Only for a little while."
But he is not a cruel man, he is weak, he is a coward. These are not things he can say, he doesn't wish to break his friend's heart so suddenly. The merchant can hear a ringing in his ears because he knows he's taken too much.
And the last reason, the greatest reason of all for his surprisingly tight lips: He wants to savor Zura's happiness, wants to watch how the joy colors his friend's face even in the dim light. Sleep tugs at his slowly drooping eyelids, and he silently savors the way Zura's fingers trace over muscles they really shouldn't touch, muscles that are tired and neglected and useless.
The ones he uses the most, after all, are the ones that help him smile.]
Yeah.
[They are strong too- It's hard to keep smiling, sometimes.]
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"Only for a little while."
But he is not a cruel man, he is weak, he is a coward. These are not things he can say, he doesn't wish to break his friend's heart so suddenly. The merchant can hear a ringing in his ears because he knows he's taken too much.
And the last reason, the greatest reason of all for his surprisingly tight lips: He wants to savor Zura's happiness, wants to watch how the joy colors his friend's face even in the dim light. Sleep tugs at his slowly drooping eyelids, and he silently savors the way Zura's fingers trace over muscles they really shouldn't touch, muscles that are tired and neglected and useless.
The ones he uses the most, after all, are the ones that help him smile.]
Yeah.
[They are strong too- It's hard to keep smiling, sometimes.]
Seems like it.