[ A little warmth blossoms in his chest when Jing Yuan says that. Heat gathers in the corners of his eyes; if he was any use to him, if there was at least a moment in his life where Mikoto was proud of him, that is all he could have really asked for. ]
I...hope so. I never asked.
[ Tatara knows they had an unbreakable, unspoken bond of trust. One that Kusanagi also shared in. He could only hope that Mikoto understood the way he looked at him, and thought of him special in turn.
What he doesn't know, is that without Tatara, Mikoto breaks.
His heart hurts when Jing Yuan asks the question. He smiles, if only as an excuse to hide the tears he feels pricking the back of his eyes. ]
I'm...not going to see him again. I...
[ His voice is strained, and low. Weird, because he isn't sure how he's ended up spilling his life story to a near stranger. And weirder still, so soon. ]
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I...hope so. I never asked.
[ Tatara knows they had an unbreakable, unspoken bond of trust. One that Kusanagi also shared in. He could only hope that Mikoto understood the way he looked at him, and thought of him special in turn.
What he doesn't know, is that without Tatara, Mikoto breaks.
His heart hurts when Jing Yuan asks the question. He smiles, if only as an excuse to hide the tears he feels pricking the back of his eyes. ]
I'm...not going to see him again. I...
[ His voice is strained, and low. Weird, because he isn't sure how he's ended up spilling his life story to a near stranger. And weirder still, so soon. ]
I don't think I can go home...
[ He dips his head. ]