@tsxku continued from here
A RIGID BACK straightens as weight pummels into LEON’S CHEST, his hands somehow finding grip along the knobs of a SURPRISINGLY DELICATE SPINE. Leon weaves his fingers into THE OTHER BOY’S FABRIC, digits carelessly pulling upward to WRAP THEMSELVES IN lightly colored hair. HE WANTS TO SAY a sarcastic joke, to gripe and to smirk, TO REVEL in Takumi’s WELL-EARNED TEARS, but he himself realizes this is not the time NOR THE MOMENT: not when he too, moved by the quivering of another, FELT HE MIGHT CRY HIMSELF.
IT REALLY HAD BEEN CLOSE, this time. And so, Leon would allow himself this SUBTLE WEAKNESS, if only because HE TRUSTS THE OTHER PRINCE often more than he does himself. ❝IM SORRY, TAKUMI ...❜ He whispers, unsure of what to say as he continues to PRESS HIS CHIN lightly atop the boy’s head, fingers still splayed in silvery hair. ❝I ... CANNOT MAKE PROMISES THAT I MAY NOT KEEP, BUT ... I WILL TRY TO SURVIVE, FOR YOU.❜
