@sakakididnothingwrong said: “Are you sure you’re okay?” / softer prompts. | accepting.
Fingers curl over one another, gently, with purpose. Tired, tired eyes meet the other’s, another pair of experience, a different walk of life than he. But at some point, they could probably understand one another because of such differences. His gaze slips as he looks on ahead, at nothing, everything, something else ( it’s just the notches in wooden furniture ), slipping away that bright chestnut that rivaled the polarizing soft intensity of his face online.
His exhale speaks volumes.
“I’m not,” he answers softly, eyes opening, that token melancholy gaze capturing soft irises. “But I will be, eventually. Right now, though, I can’t fight this.” Masato eventually finds Toru’s face, tearing away from inanimate objects. This shouldn’t be all about him. “What about you..?”
