Again, he isn’t angered (well, he might get a little angry at the thought of Izuru so easily turning against Rangiku, after all the two have shared together), just seeking understanding. So he is patient with Tsuki in her current state, letting her pull him where she will — whatever will help her feel comfortable enough to explain what she had meant. He doesn’t know how comfortable his lap actually is, since there isn’t much natural cushioning, but at least his hakama soften the effect of his bony legs.
When she finally speaks further, he listens intently. So, Izuru had been down, perhaps dangerously so (he can’t blame him for that), and Tsuki had shepherded him to her quarters to prevent something worse from happening? A fair enough explanation, to be sure — and he is relieved at her insistence that nothing intimate took place between them. “I believe you,” he confirms, taking the opportunity to wrap his own arms around her, cradle her all the more in this position. “Please don’t worry about that. I…” Ah, so she, too, doesn’t know where they are? Maybe that should be cleared up. But, will she even remember the conversation tomorrow? …Well, if not, he’ll repeat himself. That’s okay.
“Tsuki… I don’t care what anyone else might say about you. They haven’t walked a league in your shoes. I’ve had to walk under the burden of my share of gossip, so… I understand what that’s like.” One of his hands has begun rubbing the small of her back. Even if the glaze of alcohol in her eyes, she is… very beautiful. He can’t take advantage of her, especially not emotionally. “You aren’t going to fuck us up. I care deeply for you, and I just want you to be happy. Whether that’s with me or with anybody else, that doesn’t matter.” He’s accustomed enough to being a stepping stone for healthier relationships — an appetizer, as it were. “Hell, if it’s different night to night, that’s okay, too. Just know you’ll always have a safe place here… okay?”
That was a word she’d not been offered in a very long time. Sure she discussed safewords and the like with an almost flippancy, even with him, but to have someone offer her safety from a world she struggled to understand on occasion was a comfort she’d not felt she’d deserved in some time.
She’d blink slowly, giving him a smile as she just lay there listening to his words, taking them in. To find someone who truly understood her the way he seemed to was... refreshing. She’d heard the stories people had made up about her - and the names she’d been called when people thought she was out of earshot.
“It’s nice to... speak to someone who understands, Shuuhei. Is’a physical closeness I need to feel with people. But at the same time I know sometimes emotions can muddle it up, confuse it. But I love all my partners, in their own way.”
She’d sigh contentedly, her fingers continuing to touch his face, just to feel him watching her “And you’ll always be loved. That’s our problem; we love too much. Might as well find some happiness with those who understand, hm?”
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