[The silence is powerful. Not oppressive, but carrying enough with it that many other people could very easily cave under the pressure. But at the same time it's so fragile, because this silence is the first time Eiri and Haku have finally started to talk. Not with words, but with their presence, with the way they don't shove each other away.
Eiri is almost afraid to even breathe because even though their beginning has been rocky, it's still their beginning and their relationship and the idea of losing it is just...wrong. After what he's just been through to keep Haku, after these tiny, but significant confessions, he can't bear starting over with someone new.
...God, how has Haku even done it?
Eiri is no stranger to loss, not after his family's deaths, not after the gang was wiped out. And while losing his family hit a lot harder, after realizing he no longer had a gang to return to, it hurt to feel alone. What would he do? Where would he go? What was the point?
And he didn't even like the gang all that much. They didn't particularly like him beyond his shooting skills, either, but it was still a family in its own way.
Haku lost multiple Messiah, a person they're supposed to grow close to in order to forge a strong bond just by knowing everything about them, knowing what they'll do in any given instance because they know each other so well. With closeness comes attachment and every time a new string has to be cut, it feels like a knife in the gut, to varying degrees of pain.
Or a bullet in the back. However you want to see it.
Eiri doesn't refuse Haku's nudging, doesn't shrink back as their foreheads touch, doesn't squirm away from his touch. They're talking and though it could hurt later on if they find themselves in a situation where one of them could face death again, it's important to learn. And, who knows, maybe this way they can grow so strong that they won't be put in such a danger again.
That's the point, isn't it?
One of Eiri's hands moves to the back of Haku's neck, his fingers slowly threading through the ends of Haku's hair. He would play with Moe's hair if she were scared or upset sometimes -
...Ah.]
Those don't.
[He keeps his voice quiet, as well, still uncertain if this moment could be broken by the wrong noise.]
Not all scars are physical, though. It just depends.
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Eiri is almost afraid to even breathe because even though their beginning has been rocky, it's still their beginning and their relationship and the idea of losing it is just...wrong. After what he's just been through to keep Haku, after these tiny, but significant confessions, he can't bear starting over with someone new.
...God, how has Haku even done it?
Eiri is no stranger to loss, not after his family's deaths, not after the gang was wiped out. And while losing his family hit a lot harder, after realizing he no longer had a gang to return to, it hurt to feel alone. What would he do? Where would he go? What was the point?
And he didn't even like the gang all that much. They didn't particularly like him beyond his shooting skills, either, but it was still a family in its own way.
Haku lost multiple Messiah, a person they're supposed to grow close to in order to forge a strong bond just by knowing everything about them, knowing what they'll do in any given instance because they know each other so well. With closeness comes attachment and every time a new string has to be cut, it feels like a knife in the gut, to varying degrees of pain.
Or a bullet in the back. However you want to see it.
Eiri doesn't refuse Haku's nudging, doesn't shrink back as their foreheads touch, doesn't squirm away from his touch. They're talking and though it could hurt later on if they find themselves in a situation where one of them could face death again, it's important to learn. And, who knows, maybe this way they can grow so strong that they won't be put in such a danger again.
That's the point, isn't it?
One of Eiri's hands moves to the back of Haku's neck, his fingers slowly threading through the ends of Haku's hair. He would play with Moe's hair if she were scared or upset sometimes -
...Ah.]
Those don't.
[He keeps his voice quiet, as well, still uncertain if this moment could be broken by the wrong noise.]
Not all scars are physical, though. It just depends.