[ The comfort. He's pretty sure it's not for him. Kaiba has entered some sort of zone where this really isn't about Tech Boy any longer. He wishes he had the ability to properly interface, to see what's going on in Kaiba's mind. But he can only speculate. There's tenderness, care, gentility, focus. He's a man at work, a man who loves the intricacies of that work.
Tech Boy's eyes veer toward his hands. Pixels gloss over each removed splinter, each plucked out fragment -- smoothing skin anew. The comfort is probably not for him, but he takes it all the same.
A soft laugh rises in his throat. ]
Probably why I drive you fucking nuts, then.
[ Because Tech Boy had a tendency to be loud and boisterous more often than not. Now, though, he's tired. He's subdued. He's quietly admiring the man who sits before him and meticulously uses his fingers to one by one tend to his damage. ]
I like this side of you the most.
[ Maybe that's a stupid thing to say, but he always has when he's seen it -- the rare glimpses of a softer, more thoughtful side -- something beyond the arrogance. ]
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Tech Boy's eyes veer toward his hands. Pixels gloss over each removed splinter, each plucked out fragment -- smoothing skin anew. The comfort is probably not for him, but he takes it all the same.
A soft laugh rises in his throat. ]
Probably why I drive you fucking nuts, then.
[ Because Tech Boy had a tendency to be loud and boisterous more often than not. Now, though, he's tired. He's subdued. He's quietly admiring the man who sits before him and meticulously uses his fingers to one by one tend to his damage. ]
I like this side of you the most.
[ Maybe that's a stupid thing to say, but he always has when he's seen it -- the rare glimpses of a softer, more thoughtful side -- something beyond the arrogance. ]