[Right now, its taking every ounce of fiber within him to not push this boy away. Akutagawa bears it, even when a minute feels eternal. He hated it.
It’s not quick as he hoped for. Still, it was.. not exactly as he expected. Inigo was warm, his squeeze was tight yet not brutal. The urge to sweep the boy away is held back as the man hummed to himself, perhaps to distract himself in some way or maybe… actually appreciating this.
Then, he said those words. Akutagawa doesn’t speak a word. He’s well aware the feeling of loneliness. Instead, he pat the boy’s back lightly.
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It’s not quick as he hoped for. Still, it was.. not exactly as he expected. Inigo was warm, his squeeze was tight yet not brutal. The urge to sweep the boy away is held back as the man hummed to himself, perhaps to distract himself in some way or maybe… actually appreciating this.
Then, he said those words. Akutagawa doesn’t speak a word. He’s well aware the feeling of loneliness. Instead, he pat the boy’s back lightly.
There, there, there.]