[ it's enough to bring rin's attention back to him, his misapprehensions about sharing his reasons behind setting up the date settling to the background.
sometimes rin doesn't understand heine. it's like looking through a glass pane, seeing a face both human in shape and form but knowing - somehow - that the similarities end there. friendship should have been an easy thing, the path of least resistance from point a to point b, but with heine it's fraught with something quieter. rin would name it, give its presence more than his perfunctory attention, but he understands it even less than the differences between them.
besides, whoever heine is, whatever horror he's suffered, there's no one in the world - in all the worlds - that should have to admit to unhappiness like that. or - worse - someone who misunderstands the precepts of happiness to such an extent that its presence seems foreign. that he doesn't feel its lack.
the tension in rin's shoulders finally loosens. that's why he'd been drawn to heine from the start: it's that honesty that keeps him here. he wants to know why heine is the way he is, why he doesn't strive for the same gentle goals that rin himself does. friendship. love. happiness. it should be the fertile earth upon which all else grows.
so he folds into a seated position beside heine, propping himself up with his palms digging into the dirt. the picnic blanket sits unattended, makoto and haru yet missing.
yet - somehow - already rin feels lighter than when he'd started. this will work out. makoto and haru, of course. and heine, too. ]
If you want to figure out what happiness is, eating that shit isn't going to get you there.
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sometimes rin doesn't understand heine. it's like looking through a glass pane, seeing a face both human in shape and form but knowing - somehow - that the similarities end there. friendship should have been an easy thing, the path of least resistance from point a to point b, but with heine it's fraught with something quieter. rin would name it, give its presence more than his perfunctory attention, but he understands it even less than the differences between them.
besides, whoever heine is, whatever horror he's suffered, there's no one in the world - in all the worlds - that should have to admit to unhappiness like that. or - worse - someone who misunderstands the precepts of happiness to such an extent that its presence seems foreign. that he doesn't feel its lack.
the tension in rin's shoulders finally loosens. that's why he'd been drawn to heine from the start: it's that honesty that keeps him here. he wants to know why heine is the way he is, why he doesn't strive for the same gentle goals that rin himself does. friendship. love. happiness. it should be the fertile earth upon which all else grows.
so he folds into a seated position beside heine, propping himself up with his palms digging into the dirt. the picnic blanket sits unattended, makoto and haru yet missing.
yet - somehow - already rin feels lighter than when he'd started. this will work out. makoto and haru, of course. and heine, too. ]
If you want to figure out what happiness is, eating that shit isn't going to get you there.