[ Tatara beams, a little bit of that strawberry pink coloring his own cheeks. ]
So you like it?
[ Hehe. It's a cheeky question—of course he does, he can tell. One hand lets go of the guitar to gently brush whatever pink he can reach, partially to see if Aguero feels as hot as Tatara's own face (which isn't sunburn, he knows this now!).
He laughs again, his heart beating in his throat when he looks at Aguero again. ]
Don't explode. How am I going to kiss you if you do?
[ That would be truly the worst timeline...
He brings his hand back to idly strum a few chords, not indicative of anything but a show of how he thinks. ]
Sometimes...when you see someone, you just know, you know? That's how I felt. I think, even if things didn't exactly turn out this way, I would've always known you were special, somehow.
[ But things didn't turn out any other way, so maybe it was always meant to be. Even if he didn't feel it quite as intensely as Aguero might have right from the start, his fall had been so fast, so sudden, now he can't look back and imagine life here without him. ]
Songwriting was an old hobby of mine, but I think, so long as I live, I want to keep writing you music. [ Implications hang, again, but he breezes past them as he usually does. ]
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So you like it?
[ Hehe. It's a cheeky question—of course he does, he can tell. One hand lets go of the guitar to gently brush whatever pink he can reach, partially to see if Aguero feels as hot as Tatara's own face (which isn't sunburn, he knows this now!).
He laughs again, his heart beating in his throat when he looks at Aguero again. ]
Don't explode. How am I going to kiss you if you do?
[ That would be truly the worst timeline...
He brings his hand back to idly strum a few chords, not indicative of anything but a show of how he thinks. ]
Sometimes...when you see someone, you just know, you know? That's how I felt. I think, even if things didn't exactly turn out this way, I would've always known you were special, somehow.
[ But things didn't turn out any other way, so maybe it was always meant to be. Even if he didn't feel it quite as intensely as Aguero might have right from the start, his fall had been so fast, so sudden, now he can't look back and imagine life here without him. ]
Songwriting was an old hobby of mine, but I think, so long as I live, I want to keep writing you music. [ Implications hang, again, but he breezes past them as he usually does. ]