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Pale moonlight illuminates the room, casting across Shinya’s features and bringing azure hues to a glow as soft as his tone when he speaks, the simple request dissipating the comfortable and welcome silence. Guren remains unbothered, however, simply lifting his fatigued gaze to eye the other and question the authenticity of those words. But he becomes a bit distracted in the process of Shinya “explaining” (rather, somewhat dodging the question – or maybe he’s deluded himself out of believing Shinya would give a straight answer in this scenario?), more attentive to the other’s expression and the peculiar, false nostalgia of this.
No, they’ve never quite been in this particular situation before, forgetting their forever-childish battles in their games and instead choosing to speak to each other for–hours, tells the clock that Guren glances towards, eyes widening ever so slightly. He can’t recall a time this occurred in recent days, their discussions usually brief and held in an office or a halfway or somewhere rather than the dark of an apartment, and hardly of real significance aside from the fact Guren is grateful they’re both alive to speak to each other at all. So it’s this, he thinks, dwelling on their past hours of meaningful conversing and laughter and simply Shinya’s soothing presence in itself–he wants to indulge in peacefully having Shinya to himself for longer, and that as pleasant as the silence was, there was another time for it.
The corners of his lips lifting, Guren finally replies with a humored tone, “I actually didn’t hear a thing you said, so even if you were kidding, I’m overstaying my welcome.” As the statement concludes, Guren distantly wonders when they got so close, every remaining shadow on Shinya’s face now visible, the dark circles under the other’s eyes only drawing in Guren’s attention by making him feelselfish for wishing to keep Shinya up–for an all-nighter at this rate.
But he has a feeling they won’t regret it.
“It’s worth it if it’s you.”
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