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inui and anger
The knuckles of Inui's fingers are terribly white, you notice, as his fingers tighten mercilessly around the steering wheel. Even though he's quiet, you can tell he's boiling inside, or maybe he's freezing over; either way, he is absolutely still, eyes focused on the road.
The car ride continues in silence, and you're not sure if you should speak. Even if his anger isn't directed at you - it could never be directed at you, he's said time and time again - there's a small bit of anxiety that bubbles in your chest when he's like this. Maybe if you had been more careful, you wouldn't have gotten yourself in danger?
There is no time for victim blaming, and yet the tension in the air is thick and sticks in your throat.
Inui sighs suddenly, and his right hand releases its death grip from the poor piece of metal in front of him in order to reach over the center console and rest on the top of your knee. His palm is feather light. You rest yours on top of it.
"I love you," he whispers. He considers pulling off to the shoulder of the road to truly show you he means it, but decides against it. You'll be home soon, where he can protect you from the harms of the world.
