[This is familiar — so familiar it almost hurts, in a strangely cutting sort of way. Like it shouldn't be this easy to slip back into this routine after so long, like being them somehow shouldn't feel just like riding a bike, or reciting times tables, or stepping into the perfect swing to send a passing shot hurtling laser-fast toward the baseline. It's been more than a year and it shouldn't feel as though it's been no time at all.
And yet for Niou, it's probably been a length of time better measured in a span of minutes or hours, and maybe that's got something to do with it, too.
It's as natural as breathing to shift to accommodate Niou's crowding, politely refraining from comment because they're in public and he is the Gentleman for this much. And what a charmer he is; their drinks are already on the way — drinks, plural — because of course he ordered for the both of them and of course he knows what Niou will want.
Well, besides answers, that is.]
Longer than I care to admit.
[If I reach for you, he thinks, before he can catch himself, will you disappear?]
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And yet for Niou, it's probably been a length of time better measured in a span of minutes or hours, and maybe that's got something to do with it, too.
It's as natural as breathing to shift to accommodate Niou's crowding, politely refraining from comment because they're in public and he is the Gentleman for this much. And what a charmer he is; their drinks are already on the way — drinks, plural — because of course he ordered for the both of them and of course he knows what Niou will want.
Well, besides answers, that is.]
Longer than I care to admit.
[If I reach for you, he thinks, before he can catch himself, will you disappear?]
It's good to see you, Niou-kun.