[ dick isn't sure what to say to all of that. he'd listened, intent, the entire time-- wasn't sure he'd even breathed through it. it explains a lot, yes, but...
dick is close to people, but none of them are good at putting feelings to words or at understanding them in the first place. dick's probably the best of the lot, and he's bad at it. after hearing this, everything he thinks to say in response is inadequate. he wonders idly if junpei could feel his heart going faster through that explanation.
dick's hands are tied, but junpei's not over his neck anymore, so the first thing dick thinks to do is-- to surge forward, to try and kiss him, deep, but brief. he hasn't let himself think about things for a while, and he can't...he still doesn't know if he can afford to try and think of something like this. if it'll mean anything in another fourteen days. still: ]
You do matter to me. ... A lot.
[ it's quiet and honest, against junpei's mouth. ]
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dick is close to people, but none of them are good at putting feelings to words or at understanding them in the first place. dick's probably the best of the lot, and he's bad at it. after hearing this, everything he thinks to say in response is inadequate. he wonders idly if junpei could feel his heart going faster through that explanation.
dick's hands are tied, but junpei's not over his neck anymore, so the first thing dick thinks to do is-- to surge forward, to try and kiss him, deep, but brief. he hasn't let himself think about things for a while, and he can't...he still doesn't know if he can afford to try and think of something like this. if it'll mean anything in another fourteen days. still: ]
You do matter to me. ... A lot.
[ it's quiet and honest, against junpei's mouth. ]