[ whatever it is that haru needs to tell him, reki's listening. he's got his gaze fixed on haru's eyes so that he can read into that dark calm within them, and his arms are wrapping around his waist, squeezing tightly. they won't come undone, either. wherever he's going with this, they're going together.
the language he's using—shackles, speaking of something twisted—reki's never heard him talk like this before. but it's okay. reki just holds on a little more, like the meager strength of his embrace could ever be enough to break any chains haru might find himself in. ]
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the language he's using—shackles, speaking of something twisted—reki's never heard him talk like this before. but it's okay. reki just holds on a little more, like the meager strength of his embrace could ever be enough to break any chains haru might find himself in. ]