For a moment he assumes L.L will pull away, after all it was not long ago that Suzaku caused his death, why would L.L want to be near someone like him. But instead he wrapped his hand over Suzaku's and that burning feeling intensified.
It was still hard to believe, that not even an hour ago L.L had been functionally dead in his arms and yet now sat next to him, drinking wine. His grip tightens on his hands, words lost as he tries to sort his feelings.
He's still feeling guilty, still shaken by what he has seen, he has the urge to apologise, beg for forgiveness or...
Rising rapidly is the urge to beg for something else entirely. It's winning over all the other feelings swirling around inside him. "We are?"
He wants to believe that, he wants L.L to be alright. He reached out with his other hand, towards his face, leaning closer, confident if still politely cautious.
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It was still hard to believe, that not even an hour ago L.L had been functionally dead in his arms and yet now sat next to him, drinking wine. His grip tightens on his hands, words lost as he tries to sort his feelings.
He's still feeling guilty, still shaken by what he has seen, he has the urge to apologise, beg for forgiveness or...
Rising rapidly is the urge to beg for something else entirely. It's winning over all the other feelings swirling around inside him. "We are?"
He wants to believe that, he wants L.L to be alright. He reached out with his other hand, towards his face, leaning closer, confident if still politely cautious.
"May I?"