But you said- I mean, [What does he mean? The Katsuki he's known—knew?—seemed impossibly affixed to the other. What he recalls is a long, string of texts from a boy still very much close. Things he wasn't meant to hear; things he doesn't understand same as French or paintings or puzzles or fate. He lifts his stare as if the boy's made of glass; tongue-tied a moment before he leafs through his thoughts. He drops his eyes, and he bites back words in his efforts to fence in the peace. He wants to ask, but there's still the vaguest attempt to measure its consequence first. Whether to say—more, confess—that he's privy to things this Katsuki may not be aware of, that he knows things he shouldn't.
The cat's pulled close.]
Is that really all it is?
[Eyeing the string... This bit makes it impossible to "escape".]
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But you said- I mean, [What does he mean? The Katsuki he's known—knew?—seemed impossibly affixed to the other. What he recalls is a long, string of texts from a boy still very much close. Things he wasn't meant to hear; things he doesn't understand same as French or paintings or puzzles or fate. He lifts his stare as if the boy's made of glass; tongue-tied a moment before he leafs through his thoughts. He drops his eyes, and he bites back words in his efforts to fence in the peace. He wants to ask, but there's still the vaguest attempt to measure its consequence first. Whether to say—more, confess—that he's privy to things this Katsuki may not be aware of, that he knows things he shouldn't.
The cat's pulled close.]
Is that really all it is?
[Eyeing the string... This bit makes it impossible to "escape".]
You seemed much closer before.