"Haru ... we need to talk." Makoto offers the other a shaky sort of smile, shifting to hold onto his elbow; this wasn't really something he wanted to discuss -- it was a topic he didn't want to approach for a while, if at all, but ... "Is that okay?" He glances away, his smile stretching a little more naturally now that he isn't looking at Haru.
He looks up at the other curiously, his brows furrowing in confusion and concern. He turns to face Makoto fully, ignoring whatever he'd been doing before.
"Yeah, that's fine," he says, gazing at the other even though his stomach felt tight and unpleasant, especially because his boyfriend wasn't looking at him. Had he done something?













