“Do you want me to pretend we’re just friends?”
"No."
There was no hesitation in it, though he wasn't quite so sure what he really did want, he knew it wasn't that.
"No, I don't want that. I want you know that you have me here without feeling like you have to hide... And that means hiding from me as well. There won't be a need for that."
The response doesn't necessarily take Shiori off-guard, as Roy was nearly always so incredibly cool; if anything, it was simply relieving to know an even deeper working mechanism to the other's brain.. Yet, one couldn't help but be afraid. Need reassurance. Of course he knew this was new and completely uncharted territory for the other.. And yet, to see him so confident, even now..
" Thank you. "
It's really all he can say. Slowly, his old and fond smile creeps across his lips, this time with something akin to the coolness the other's own response had given, as he eases the digits of his left hand between those of Roy's right. He rather felt a bit guilty at the question out of the blue, not wanting to have stressed the other.. But having needed it. The reassurance. Blues catch those deeper ones and he decides that he hates seeing that sadness on Roy's face- knowing he himself was rather patient.
" That would have been difficult... " " After all, I don't really think I can hide my entire self. "
The uptick to the corner of his lips, gentle and faint is something only Roy would be able to notice.. A teasing little quip of a tease to lighten the mood and the burden he had just placed on the other's shoulders.














