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Yasusada

I'd rather be doing kendo

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CAN'T STOP WON'T STOP

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[It's a light touch, but it's enough to draw his attention back, eyes focusing in time to notice that little furrow of confusion. He's half-tempted to reach up, to smooth it out with his hands as if he could brush away all of Kashuu's troubles, but he doesn't want to move too much and disturb the fragile peace they've settled into. He hasn't forgotten that Kashuu's body must still be in pain, too, even if right now Yamato's more concerned about his heart.]

Mm. [It's just a sound, for now--and maybe it should feel weird, to watch Kashuu's face so intently like this, especially when they're so close together. But he can't bring himself to avert his gaze, and he definitely isn't about to pull away.] You said that to me once, apparently. [Since, despite everything, he's still not sure he believes that these are real memories... but he prefers that to future premonitions, especially now.] I'm not sure who we were talking about, but... you said that even if waiting for someone is painful, caring for them is still a happy thing.

[Which... isn't something he would've expected to hear, coming from Kashuu. But it's a valid point. Yamato still wouldn't call himself a gloomy guy, but there's no denying he can get caught up in sad, dark, or even morbid thoughts, far more than Kiyomitsu "ignore it until it goes away" Kashuu.

A request like that, though--he doesn't even have to think about it. He reaches up to take Kashuu's hand in both of his own, too firm to be wholly gentle. Lacing their fingers together, he rests his head against their clasped hands for a moment, then looks back up at Kashuu with a half-smile.]

You can't get rid of me that easily. [He's tempted to tease, to say "What if I took that literally, huh? You'd get sick of me in a day!", but in the end, he decides not to. It's too light in all the wrong ways.]

A DEMON

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[His body is definitely still in pain, it's true... This is a brutal hangover made worse by the fact that he's an emotional wreck, and he's grateful for the softness of this conversation and the way he can hide his face at least a little, protecting his eyes from the rising early-morning sun and his ego from dealing with being seen like this.]

I said that? Hah... [It surprises him a little too, it seems. Well, he's never really been the one waiting... Not here, anyway. Not in his life. He can still recall the feeling of waiting from a memory that had visited him not too long ago, though; the one that prompted him to turn up on Yamato's doorstep and end their fight. Is the him they're remembering really the sort of person who can experience that and still call it a happy thing?

...He doesn't really know what to think about that.

So he doesn't. Not now, anyway. That's something to save for a time when his head is no longer screaming at him and his heart isn't so heavy. He focuses on the solidness of Yamato's fingers weaving between his own instead, and gives his hand a little squeeze. He doesn't smile in return, but there's a certain softness to his expression that indicates he's at least a little more at ease than he was minutes ago.]

I'm gonna rest in here instead of my room.

[Not a question - he's still a punk at heart.]

AHHHH I LEARNED FROM U

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Mm.

[Just another sound, again, accompanied by a small nod. It's an affirmative to the question and the non-question both; Kashuu really did say that, yes, and he's welcome to stay as long as he likes.]

I'll be here.

[And he will. He'll stay exactly where he is until Kashuu drifts back off to sleep, and then a little longer, just in case. Eventually, he'll gently extract himself to answer Baren's texts, but once that conversation is over, he'll head right back. He'd promised not to let go, after all; and even if Kashuu isn't awake to notice, what's important is that he's still holding on.]