[ he draws up a knee, rests his chin against the heel of his hand as he watches shiro settle. it's not a moment to smile -- and still reflex tugs a corner of his mouth, eases the sling of his shoulders. it's a corny sentiment, sure -- but familiar footing and all that. he's never been good at disguises, spinning subjects, makeshifting peace. it doesn't mean he can't spot an attempt to slide something under the rug. ]
I trust you.
[ it's a clumsy driftwood declaration -- doesn't fit a conversation that keeps battering itself against clusters of all the unsaid things, subjects they're leaving up to the inevitable team discussion to come.
no subject
I trust you.
[ it's a clumsy driftwood declaration -- doesn't fit a conversation that keeps battering itself against clusters of all the unsaid things, subjects they're leaving up to the inevitable team discussion to come.
even so. ]
Just so we're clear.