@jeaniusoffice continued from x
right, that’s what he said over the phone. it would have been so much easier to have been honest then about the plan then, but he didn’t know how either of their conditions would fare and didn’t want to bring mikumo’s hopes up for fear of things going wrong. no, he’s glad the plan went as this. it would be unfair to get the boy’s hopes up in the weeks prior, he may not have prioritized his recovery if he were rushing to get home… if he would even be enthusiastic about such a thing.
“ yes, i’d planned to invite you here sooner but, of course, there were complications on everyone’s part. “ he hovered a hand near his midsection, feeling an almost burning sensation in his chest. likely nerves, all in his head. he shook the thought and held the same hand out, either to help guide mikumo or take his bag, whichever the younger chose.
“ do you feel alright ? would you rather stay out here for a moment ? “
he didn’t understand. what. was happening...
anxiety clenched in his stomach, crawling up to his chest & weighing heavily on his shoulders. sweat made his palms feel wet as he squeezed his bag strap---the fear of knowing he had to be somewhere, when he wasn’t there, & he didn’t know what was going on, what he was saying... his mouth felt dry suddenly.
head shook side to side slowly, confusion furrowing his brows together. “um... i don’t... i don’t understand,” the boy breathed, eyeing the other’s extended hand & not processing why it was reached for him in the first place. “uh... um... i don’t know...?”
