( his arms immediately throw themselves over shoulders, glasses askew over his visage as he tucked it against the crook of genichiro’s neck. aged fingers curl themselves to grip loose fist-fulls of fabric over his back. )
( —! a thin wrist is easily surrounded by a far larger; far stronger grip. he’s comforted by it. he’s receptive to such a pull, stepping past the threshold as the door’s closed behind him. )
it’s best not to rush for things to go back to the way they were. … you two love each other; he’s not going to avoid you forever. that, i am sure of. but i’m sure you both could benefit from some breathing room after the complexities of — … of … * this.
ohh … oh. i’m sorry. that’s heartbreaking.
you must give him time. even if we both want him here — you denied him the chance to rest after death. you cannot rush him. i’m sure he’ll be back on his feet when 𝘩𝘦 deems it’s time. he at least deserves your patience.
… … ( brows furrow + purse of his lip. he’s quiet, but - it’s clear he doesn’t know what to think. he didn’t seem too keen on the idea, either. as tragic as the outcome was before-hand. )
I almost broke time to essentially drag his spirit back into his body just for him to tell me I had no right to bring him back to life and leave I don’t know what to do‼️