[ Tatara falls silent for a moment, the past tense in the sentence reminding him the first time they talked about Aguero's past. He gazes up at his boyfriend, but decides this angle isn't what he wants. He turns to plant himself in front of him, and grasps his other hand with his free one. Now they are linked, on both sides, in a circle.
There's sympathy in his eyes. ]
You worked so hard for his sake. [ All the orchestration, the deception, even if it didn't end the way he thought it would...
Tatara, too, is cold and heartless, so he doesn't see the act as manipulative or calculating, but as one of devotion and passion. Is this why they get along so well? Or is he just so blind in his love that he can't fault Aguero for anything? ]
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There's sympathy in his eyes. ]
You worked so hard for his sake. [ All the orchestration, the deception, even if it didn't end the way he thought it would...
Tatara, too, is cold and heartless, so he doesn't see the act as manipulative or calculating, but as one of devotion and passion. Is this why they get along so well? Or is he just so blind in his love that he can't fault Aguero for anything? ]
Did he...know?