I'm the one who did, didn't I? That was pretty silly of me, huh?
[Souji makes a warm, amused little noise, which at least partially covers up his relief as Kashuu confirms that he's not going to leave him. That they're staying with each other, regardless of how much of a mess they might both be, and how little they seem to have any idea at all what they're doing. The knowledge settles over him like warmth, almost a tangible thing, and really, maybe that was all he really needed to know to just calm down at last. He might've made a fool out of himself these last days, but at least he didn't actually ruin anything that truly matters.
At first he doesn't really understand Kashuu's question, though. He blinks, cheeks still flushing again despite the sword clearly clarifying that he wasn't asking about anything like... well, like that. But what is he talking about, then, when he asks if Souji really meant-
Oh.
Souji honestly looks deeply surprised. To him, it's been so every obvious in everything he does exactly how deeply his affection for Kashuu goes. He never said it out loud, not the actual words as such, but it was there in every compliment, every silly gift, every touch, every smile; every apology, every word of forgiveness and understanding, every promise and pledge. It was there as he clung to Kashuu's shirt and begged him to stay because he needed him, too.
That's how he's always done things. Not just because he approaches a lot of emotions in a strangely practical way compared to other people, but also because living in Japan and especially in his time, this rather is the cultural norm. But now... now, of course he realizes that Kashuu is not the kind of person you can just assume understands this, can read it for what it is without being told. He's the very last person to expect that of.
(Rather like Souji, really.)
Keeping his hand on the sword's cheek, he leans in a bit closer, locking their gazes.]
I should have told you before, huh? But of course I love you. I've loved you from the first moment I wielded you, and even more so now I know you. I'm sorry, I- Well, I guess I thought you knew that.
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[Souji makes a warm, amused little noise, which at least partially covers up his relief as Kashuu confirms that he's not going to leave him. That they're staying with each other, regardless of how much of a mess they might both be, and how little they seem to have any idea at all what they're doing. The knowledge settles over him like warmth, almost a tangible thing, and really, maybe that was all he really needed to know to just calm down at last. He might've made a fool out of himself these last days, but at least he didn't actually ruin anything that truly matters.
At first he doesn't really understand Kashuu's question, though. He blinks, cheeks still flushing again despite the sword clearly clarifying that he wasn't asking about anything like... well, like that. But what is he talking about, then, when he asks if Souji really meant-
Oh.
Souji honestly looks deeply surprised. To him, it's been so every obvious in everything he does exactly how deeply his affection for Kashuu goes. He never said it out loud, not the actual words as such, but it was there in every compliment, every silly gift, every touch, every smile; every apology, every word of forgiveness and understanding, every promise and pledge. It was there as he clung to Kashuu's shirt and begged him to stay because he needed him, too.
That's how he's always done things. Not just because he approaches a lot of emotions in a strangely practical way compared to other people, but also because living in Japan and especially in his time, this rather is the cultural norm. But now... now, of course he realizes that Kashuu is not the kind of person you can just assume understands this, can read it for what it is without being told. He's the very last person to expect that of.
(Rather like Souji, really.)
Keeping his hand on the sword's cheek, he leans in a bit closer, locking their gazes.]
I should have told you before, huh? But of course I love you. I've loved you from the first moment I wielded you, and even more so now I know you. I'm sorry, I- Well, I guess I thought you knew that.