[ He's not a part of this conversation, but he orbits Mika closely enough that he hears.
He knows some of this, bits and pieces - a puzzle unfinished that (of course) he was eager to collect... slowly, over time because they had forever. He was half waiting to be fed more of Mika's past, and half wondering if now was the right time to ask. Every moment they were together, was it right to ask now - maybe he shouldn't - and so often, he just didn't.
It's not that he doesn't care. He cares so much about Mika; he cares the most, second to none. But he's only now used to talking, he isn't used to asking yet. He's too used to waiting.
He needs to stop waiting.
It's rare for him to hear such harsh words fall from Mika's sweet lips, like they're nothing - like he's used to the harshness. And hearing this, his heart hurts for Mika because he probably is used to a life striped of the warmth of the open sky; of his own body; of his own heart. He doesn't say anything - and only flinches once (his eyes, his brows, mouth tensing), a slight hiccup in whatever conversation he's trying to hold with another party goer. He needs to stop waiting even if they have forever - because then Mika could be waiting... forever... for him. ]
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He knows some of this, bits and pieces - a puzzle unfinished that (of course) he was eager to collect... slowly, over time because they had forever. He was half waiting to be fed more of Mika's past, and half wondering if now was the right time to ask. Every moment they were together, was it right to ask now - maybe he shouldn't - and so often, he just didn't.
It's not that he doesn't care. He cares so much about Mika; he cares the most, second to none. But he's only now used to talking, he isn't used to asking yet. He's too used to waiting.
He needs to stop waiting.
It's rare for him to hear such harsh words fall from Mika's sweet lips, like they're nothing - like he's used to the harshness. And hearing this, his heart hurts for Mika because he probably is used to a life striped of the warmth of the open sky; of his own body; of his own heart. He doesn't say anything - and only flinches once (his eyes, his brows, mouth tensing), a slight hiccup in whatever conversation he's trying to hold with another party goer. He needs to stop waiting even if they have forever - because then Mika could be waiting... forever... for him. ]