Is it truly any wonder that he considers her his angel? Like a gift from the Heavens, she's there, like an angel, her touch heals. She protects and guides him through thick and thin. How could he resist falling for her? It was inevitable, really. Fate, if you want to get poetic.
What he cares about right now though isn't poetry or fiction, but reality. That she's still here with him, despite all she's been through herself. How could anybody ask for anything more?
Blame the fever for his loose lips, though. Right now all he feels like is trouble warmed over.
Curling his fingers tightly around hers, he lets himself lean lightly on her as they walk, not enough to weigh her down, but enough to take some of the force off his leg..]
I can do that. Won't even charge you five yen, heh.
[He manages a small smile to go with his chuckle, though it weak. As is the rest of him, easily manhandled and guided along the path home. Strange to think of it as home now, but there it is.
He snuggles against her easily on the train, lost in a haze of fever and affection, though he insists on holding her other hand in his own extra clammy one. It helps ground him, making sure he doesn't fall back into the nightmares that lurk at the edge of his mind, waiting for him to doze.
And once back at base and in the room - which, he's not sure - he releases her to shed his jacket and shirt and boots before stumbling towards the bed. He knows he needs to lie down. That much is clear. But he's also got enough awareness of his surroundings to scoot over, making room for Hiyori whenever she's ready.]
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Is it truly any wonder that he considers her his angel? Like a gift from the Heavens, she's there, like an angel, her touch heals. She protects and guides him through thick and thin. How could he resist falling for her? It was inevitable, really. Fate, if you want to get poetic.
What he cares about right now though isn't poetry or fiction, but reality. That she's still here with him, despite all she's been through herself. How could anybody ask for anything more?
Blame the fever for his loose lips, though. Right now all he feels like is trouble warmed over.
Curling his fingers tightly around hers, he lets himself lean lightly on her as they walk, not enough to weigh her down, but enough to take some of the force off his leg..]
I can do that. Won't even charge you five yen, heh.
[He manages a small smile to go with his chuckle, though it weak. As is the rest of him, easily manhandled and guided along the path home. Strange to think of it as home now, but there it is.
He snuggles against her easily on the train, lost in a haze of fever and affection, though he insists on holding her other hand in his own extra clammy one. It helps ground him, making sure he doesn't fall back into the nightmares that lurk at the edge of his mind, waiting for him to doze.
And once back at base and in the room - which, he's not sure - he releases her to shed his jacket and shirt and boots before stumbling towards the bed. He knows he needs to lie down. That much is clear. But he's also got enough awareness of his surroundings to scoot over, making room for Hiyori whenever she's ready.]
Mmm, sorry 'bout all this, Hiyori...