( But... looking at Ginger, he can't find suspicion rousing in him. And... in some terrible way, he supposes— if he's wrong, he's the only one getting hurt. And that's a risk he's willing to take. )
... Okay.
( He feels a little dumb. That feels like a dumb answer. But he's never done this before. What else does he say?
His gaze falls to their linked hands, finally. He lingers on the south of the pillow as it brushes soft against Ginger's skin; the sound of his breathing; the way the air shifts in this slight space between them.
It's not as beautiful as seeing all the colors catch on the water in the sunlight, or anything, but somehow this - seems to weigh more in his chest; this sort of thing he's never really had before. )
... Then don't be shy coming to me, for... whatever reason. Even if it's just to hang around. I'll stay within reach.
( Dispelling anxiety is easier said than done, but, you know, he wanted to say it. He can't protect much if Ginger's worried about Mika getting tired of him, or slipping from his grasp, or ... whatever he might worry about. He's just Mika. So he'll be here. )
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... Okay.
( He feels a little dumb. That feels like a dumb answer. But he's never done this before. What else does he say?
His gaze falls to their linked hands, finally. He lingers on the south of the pillow as it brushes soft against Ginger's skin; the sound of his breathing; the way the air shifts in this slight space between them.
It's not as beautiful as seeing all the colors catch on the water in the sunlight, or anything, but somehow this - seems to weigh more in his chest; this sort of thing he's never really had before. )
... Then don't be shy coming to me, for... whatever reason. Even if it's just to hang around. I'll stay within reach.
( Dispelling anxiety is easier said than done, but, you know, he wanted to say it. He can't protect much if Ginger's worried about Mika getting tired of him, or slipping from his grasp, or ... whatever he might worry about. He's just Mika. So he'll be here. )