(there's only so much that yu can give. manjiro can't ask more than that - he knows that both of them can be storms when the time is right, but right now, they're a creek that is slowly starting to flow. whatever yu can give him, he'll gladly take, from the fact that he hasn't moved to the gentle squeezes that the other is giving as reassurance.
it's contrasting, sure, with the ways they tend to be, but it takes a while to fill an ocean.
he sighs, giving yu a little last nuzzle against his shoulder before he can separate, but in no moment does he let the hand go. the grip is soft, easy to slip out of it that's yu's decision through the conversation as he distances himself just enough to look at him.
his hair is messy, and he gets sick of it quickly, letting the long strands fall on his shoulder.)
You said something the other day, and I've been thinking about it. It was-- something about how people who accepted help made it in your world. I don't think you ever told me that part of your whole deal. The fuck did that even mean, Yuchin?
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it's contrasting, sure, with the ways they tend to be, but it takes a while to fill an ocean.
he sighs, giving yu a little last nuzzle against his shoulder before he can separate, but in no moment does he let the hand go. the grip is soft, easy to slip out of it that's yu's decision through the conversation as he distances himself just enough to look at him.
his hair is messy, and he gets sick of it quickly, letting the long strands fall on his shoulder.)
You said something the other day, and I've been thinking about it. It was-- something about how people who accepted help made it in your world. I don't think you ever told me that part of your whole deal. The fuck did that even mean, Yuchin?