[ Shifting when Yukine sits down across from him, Koushuu doesn't try to put more space between them. Instead, he presses their knees together, simple contact that he seeks out, a small comfort.
And, also, reassurance that it's okay. It wasn't Yukine's fault, really. Nevermind that Koushuu would never, could never, find it in him to be angry with his best friend. For as much as he loves his parents, and feels strongly for Eijun, this is his important person, really. ]
I know. [ Soft, simple. But he sighs out of his nose. ] We should hang out. Do... something.
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And, also, reassurance that it's okay. It wasn't Yukine's fault, really. Nevermind that Koushuu would never, could never, find it in him to be angry with his best friend. For as much as he loves his parents, and feels strongly for Eijun, this is his important person, really. ]
I know. [ Soft, simple. But he sighs out of his nose. ] We should hang out. Do... something.