[He... he recognized him? So that meant he'd been here, before, when the Yamato of before had been here, too, and he knows he can't remember, but... he wishes he could, but wouldn't trade this meeting for the world, either, because his heart feels like it's going to burst from his chest.
(And the drinks will probably all be receiving at least +20 cherry blossoms for a while.)
He gives up on the not-crying thing, too, because blinking them away makes them fall, and he has to blink them away to see that beautiful, wonderful, delighted face. Oh well. That's what towels are for, later.]
It is! I'm here!
[He's here. And Okita's here. And he has the second chance he always ached for, yes, but more than that he can speak to him, and talk with him, and do his best to take care of him, all things he couldn't do before, and it has him closing the distance between them himself in a moment, has him wrapping Souji up in his arms so he doesn't have to watch him falter on the sand any longer, so he can hold and protect like he always should have done.
He feels like he might break him, and that's terrifying, but he can't bring himself to let go, not yet. His skin is too warm, even under the sun, and if he hadn't put his hands directly on Souji's shoulders, they could have easily wrapped back around to his own. It hurts. But it's okay. Everything's okay, now, or it will be.]
I missed you.
[He can't even manage to be cagey about his emotions, right now.]
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(And the drinks will probably all be receiving at least +20 cherry blossoms for a while.)
He gives up on the not-crying thing, too, because blinking them away makes them fall, and he has to blink them away to see that beautiful, wonderful, delighted face. Oh well. That's what towels are for, later.]
It is! I'm here!
[He's here. And Okita's here. And he has the second chance he always ached for, yes, but more than that he can speak to him, and talk with him, and do his best to take care of him, all things he couldn't do before, and it has him closing the distance between them himself in a moment, has him wrapping Souji up in his arms so he doesn't have to watch him falter on the sand any longer, so he can hold and protect like he always should have done.
He feels like he might break him, and that's terrifying, but he can't bring himself to let go, not yet. His skin is too warm, even under the sun, and if he hadn't put his hands directly on Souji's shoulders, they could have easily wrapped back around to his own. It hurts. But it's okay. Everything's okay, now, or it will be.]
I missed you.
[He can't even manage to be cagey about his emotions, right now.]