[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.]
[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.]
A DEMON
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
[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.]