[ They share that ill, don't they? That power, that gift, that particular crushing danger. They aren't just mirrors for the world. They're clear, unclouded ponds, offering not just reflections, but reservoirs: people look into them and see what they need to see, but people drink of them, too. People take, and take, never realizing that their still waters are finite resources. Yu knows this in a bone-deep way he'd find hard to articulate clearly. It's one of the reasons why he's got his arms wrapped around Minato now, face bowed low, silver hair brushing up against and twining with blue. He feels a profound need to give back to someone he knows is not often given back to, though he'd not put it that way if you asked him.
The piece of his heart that stubbornly refuses to do anything but know Minato cracks a little more, as it's done bit by bit since the day they met, and that sympathetic resonance echoes throughout all his nerves. It's improbable and impossible and for a split second his blood sings the very same way it did that day. Of course, right now, it's for very different reasons. Even so, he ignores it.
Minato's leaning into him. Yu's eyes hood.
He doesn't say anything, glad though he is that Minato has the strength and presence of mind to joke. He doesn't feel a need. The circle of his arms, his hands on his friends back, say anything for him that he could possibly say out loud.
Of course.
He lets go after a length of time that's neither too short nor too long, somehow, stepping back with one hand still on one of Minato's shoulders. ]
Where will you go from here?
[ He'll take Minato home, is the implicit offer. Not that anywhere is truly safe right now, but he might have a slightly lesser chance of dying there. ]
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The piece of his heart that stubbornly refuses to do anything but know Minato cracks a little more, as it's done bit by bit since the day they met, and that sympathetic resonance echoes throughout all his nerves. It's improbable and impossible and for a split second his blood sings the very same way it did that day. Of course, right now, it's for very different reasons. Even so, he ignores it.
Minato's leaning into him. Yu's eyes hood.
He doesn't say anything, glad though he is that Minato has the strength and presence of mind to joke. He doesn't feel a need. The circle of his arms, his hands on his friends back, say anything for him that he could possibly say out loud.
Of course.
He lets go after a length of time that's neither too short nor too long, somehow, stepping back with one hand still on one of Minato's shoulders. ]
Where will you go from here?
[ He'll take Minato home, is the implicit offer. Not that anywhere is truly safe right now, but he might have a slightly lesser chance of dying there. ]