[it's not lost on haru how the other's shoulders fall, how his expression softens into some cross between disappointment and perhaps worry; if not for his most recent interaction with rin, he might have a thought along the lines of: i'm glad you're his friend. he doesn't think much on it, a lot of haru's reactions and observations tucked away under whispers of silence, but they are there all the same: points of favor and kindness and remembrance. for the moment however, he simply thinks that even if rin does show up, he's not certain he'll want to see him....
...except when his mind reels back to the idea of what he was told, to the 'truth' he is supposed to believe, haru very much wants to see rin. wants to find the others, even having no proof that any of them are there either.
your world
destroyed
ridiculous.
how could anyone not know? it's not real.
dream, his mind supplies again, insists in the shape of a tension drawn taut and ready to snap.
haru's limbs feel traitorously heavy but his expression stays mostly the same.]
Splitting up is more effective. But--
[his tone stays soft the way it always is, mild, though his mind suggests: he won't be that thrilled though. scanning the littered crowds of people, haru asks more spontaneously than he means to:]
Where...do you think he is?
[the words are out of his mouth before he can take them back so he just lets them be; the impression he got, at least, was one of familiarity with situation and environment from the other boy. so maybe he knows; maybe he doesn't. but no point in looking with complete blindness, he supposes as he edges to the side, narrowly avoiding a seemingly renegade santa bot.
december, he thinks with no small amount of disgruntlement, shivering. it's supposed to be summer -- or it was. the iwatobi jacket really isn't doing it for him right now. he sighs again.
as usual, nothing makes sense. as usual, haru finds himself at a point of pause rather than action. as usual.]
no subject
...except when his mind reels back to the idea of what he was told, to the 'truth' he is supposed to believe, haru very much wants to see rin. wants to find the others, even having no proof that any of them are there either.
your world
destroyed
ridiculous.
how could anyone not know? it's not real.
dream, his mind supplies again, insists in the shape of a tension drawn taut and ready to snap.
haru's limbs feel traitorously heavy but his expression stays mostly the same.]
Splitting up is more effective. But--
[his tone stays soft the way it always is, mild, though his mind suggests: he won't be that thrilled though. scanning the littered crowds of people, haru asks more spontaneously than he means to:]
Where...do you think he is?
[the words are out of his mouth before he can take them back so he just lets them be; the impression he got, at least, was one of familiarity with situation and environment from the other boy. so maybe he knows; maybe he doesn't. but no point in looking with complete blindness, he supposes as he edges to the side, narrowly avoiding a seemingly renegade santa bot.
december, he thinks with no small amount of disgruntlement, shivering. it's supposed to be summer -- or it was. the iwatobi jacket really isn't doing it for him right now. he sighs again.
as usual, nothing makes sense. as usual, haru finds himself at a point of pause rather than action. as usual.]