[He almost doesn't know how to respond. All his life no one looked at him. Like Chiaki and Hajime do. He is so close that he can see every detail and that still stirs that part of him that tells him to run forever to protect him. His luck could take everything especially this. That fear whirls through his heart as he brushes his knuckles along Hajime's cheek.]
Mind? I'm glad you trust me to be there to catch you. [He kisses him, and they think of nothing but each other for a while after that. Komaeda sits on the edge of the bed and notes the time before towel drying his messy white hair. It's stated white instead of growing the color it had before he got sick. He fingers a wet strand of it and looks to Hinata.]
It's a good thing we were smart and have this apartment packed with spare clothes for each of us. [His pants are a loose pair and the coat he'd left at this apartment, draped over the edge of the chair is familiar. It should be it's the old green and red, hooded coat from the islands.]
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Date: 2016-09-16 04:08 pm (UTC)Mind? I'm glad you trust me to be there to catch you. [He kisses him, and they think of nothing but each other for a while after that. Komaeda sits on the edge of the bed and notes the time before towel drying his messy white hair. It's stated white instead of growing the color it had before he got sick. He fingers a wet strand of it and looks to Hinata.]
It's a good thing we were smart and have this apartment packed with spare clothes for each of us. [His pants are a loose pair and the coat he'd left at this apartment, draped over the edge of the chair is familiar. It should be it's the old green and red, hooded coat from the islands.]