“ i don’t think i’ve ever missed anyone, or anything, the way that i miss you right now. “
❣ | Memes :: This One | To be Missed
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The rust coloured eyes that stare back are a very old kind of tired and sad. It makes the handful of paces between them feel like some sort of insurmountable distance.
He'd trained for undercover work since he was a teenager, prepared for this mission in particular for years. He was a professional, with a dire sort of responsibility - that was what he told himself over and over in a desperate bid to feel able to see it through - but despite all that, something about looking Doffy in the face made him go right back to being small and unsure of everything around him, even after all this time. Sengoku was wrong; the reason he had to go fully silent for this mission was not to hide his devil fruit or anything else, it was because he feared that if he started talking with his brother every old, painful thing he'd spent years tying up in boxes would crawl up and out of his throat. Blood coughed up all over the floor.
Doffy wanted him to of course, to talk. He'd tried to coax words out of him more than once since they'd found each other, and a part of him wondered if this comment meant that it was hard for the other to perceive him the same way without that point of connection - if to his brother, this made him a type of changed that was the same as gone.
