He smiles, so relieved, just so relieved, but then, his smile falters when Ziggy seems unwell.
Hiroki panics. Was that his doing? Ziggy, Ziggy couldn't stand bad, negative feelings like these, could he? And he was doing something like that right now--!!
The thing that attacked you--
He remembers hearing, very distantly. Very, very distantly. From far, far, so far away.
When?
The thing that attacked you...
Hiroki winces.
"Forgive me. I'm not good for you, Ziggy. You should be with someone gentle, someone patient, someone calm, someone who, I don't know, could give you the world. I can't. But - I'm begging you - let me be with you, even so--! You... you needn't do anything. Just let me be with you."
He hugs Ziggy, now, desperate, but still gentle. And still reeling inside. Trying to focus only on his love for Ziggy, in order not to hurt Ziggy anymore, but still reeling. And some anger at himself rising deep inside, too, one that was already almost buried, but haphazardly.
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Yes, he could distantly hear real Shiro talking to Keith in spirits after the fight. A little.
Date: 2020-08-06 08:39 am (UTC)He smiles, so relieved, just so relieved, but then, his smile falters when Ziggy seems unwell.
Hiroki panics. Was that his doing? Ziggy, Ziggy couldn't stand bad, negative feelings like these, could he? And he was doing something like that right now--!!
The thing that attacked you--
He remembers hearing, very distantly. Very, very distantly. From far, far, so far away.
When?
The thing that attacked you...
Hiroki winces.
"Forgive me. I'm not good for you, Ziggy. You should be with someone gentle, someone patient, someone calm, someone who, I don't know, could give you the world. I can't. But - I'm begging you - let me be with you, even so--! You... you needn't do anything. Just let me be with you."
He hugs Ziggy, now, desperate, but still gentle. And still reeling inside. Trying to focus only on his love for Ziggy, in order not to hurt Ziggy anymore, but still reeling. And some anger at himself rising deep inside, too, one that was already almost buried, but haphazardly.
The thing that attacked you-