[ the soft gesture is clearly foreign to the deeply scarred hand that accepts it. still, agent choi's gaze flickers up at that, trying to meet subaru's. it's such a simple question, and yet, not at all what choi had expected. the laughter he offers in return escapes him all at once, like a breath long held—all air, little voice. exhausted but sincere. ]
Haha! Sure, let's go with that.
[ it doesn't sound wrong.
agent choi does like his kindness—the heart that seems to bleed into his even though he doesn't quite deserve it at a time like this. perhaps he understands that precious, selfless instinct well enough himself, but it's rarely found in others. he likes that sharp thinking of his, but isn't that a necessity for their line of work? he likes his patience, and the way his too-fast world seems to slow down in a shared moment with him. what do they call that, again? theory of relativity, right? he likes sharing cigarettes with him too, and chatting under a moon that hangs far too close for comfort.
so he can say it easily: ]
Yeah. I like you, Subaru.
[ their connection may not have started out as anything special, or even particularly personal. no more than agent choi's instinct to protect him had been. they're both just exactly that kind of person; they can't turn their backs on someone in danger, or in need. is that the kind of situation it was?
in the beginning, maybe. but somehow, it did become important to him—the hand that was held out to him in a lonely place like this. ]
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Haha! Sure, let's go with that.
[ it doesn't sound wrong.
agent choi does like his kindness—the heart that seems to bleed into his even though he doesn't quite deserve it at a time like this. perhaps he understands that precious, selfless instinct well enough himself, but it's rarely found in others. he likes that sharp thinking of his, but isn't that a necessity for their line of work? he likes his patience, and the way his too-fast world seems to slow down in a shared moment with him. what do they call that, again? theory of relativity, right? he likes sharing cigarettes with him too, and chatting under a moon that hangs far too close for comfort.
so he can say it easily: ]
Yeah. I like you, Subaru.
[ their connection may not have started out as anything special, or even particularly personal. no more than agent choi's instinct to protect him had been. they're both just exactly that kind of person; they can't turn their backs on someone in danger, or in need. is that the kind of situation it was?
in the beginning, maybe. but somehow, it did become important to him—the hand that was held out to him in a lonely place like this. ]