[Some part of him, far less composed and intelligent than the part of him he'd been ignoring before, refuses, childishly, to admit that he's crossed a line, when Shiroe so blatantly puts his fingers into his hair, almost like a caress, as if the boy is cradling his head, as if he's going to go in for another kiss. His heart starts beating hard at the prospect of that, but he stays stubbornly still, his mouth opening as if to deny that he's crossed a line.
He stops himself, though, for the first time conceding to the voice of reason still remaining in his head. The truth is that he has crossed line. In fact, he's crossed several, and his head is still spinning with it, he doesn't know what to make of it, and the boy he's still holding in his arms, trapped between him and the wall, is the last person who will explain things to him in a way that will set his mind at ease. And yet, somehow some part of him, desperate to understand, can sense that Shiroe is the only person who can explain it to him in a way that conveys the true meaning.
Part of him aches to understand, aches to feel connected to the rest of the human race and somehow become closer to what Shiroe is, somewhere beyond that.
He swallows, and his muscles refuse to allow him to release the boy, his eyes locked on his face, curious, and he feels as if he's seeing Shiroe properly for the first time. With potential.]
I don't see what it is that's even remotely comforting about it.
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He stops himself, though, for the first time conceding to the voice of reason still remaining in his head. The truth is that he has crossed line. In fact, he's crossed several, and his head is still spinning with it, he doesn't know what to make of it, and the boy he's still holding in his arms, trapped between him and the wall, is the last person who will explain things to him in a way that will set his mind at ease. And yet, somehow some part of him, desperate to understand, can sense that Shiroe is the only person who can explain it to him in a way that conveys the true meaning.
Part of him aches to understand, aches to feel connected to the rest of the human race and somehow become closer to what Shiroe is, somewhere beyond that.
He swallows, and his muscles refuse to allow him to release the boy, his eyes locked on his face, curious, and he feels as if he's seeing Shiroe properly for the first time. With potential.]
I don't see what it is that's even remotely comforting about it.