The longer they sit there, Keigo finds his own thoughts trailing off. He thinks about the years they've spent together, all the little things they've learned about each other, what they've said to one another that they've never said to anyone else. It makes him ache to think about how all of that had gone up in flames because the people here, the things they've said and done to Touya... He doesn't want that life for him.
More than anything, he wants to drag Touya out of this bed, out of this place, somewhere where they never have to worry about anyone hurting them. He wishes it was that easy.
He feels the way Touya tucks himself against his chest, and he adjusts his hold reflexively. He littles carefully to the sound of the other's breathing, lets his attention split briefly to take in the world around them more intently. He can hear the voices of the doctors and staff nearby. Chattering impatiently about needing to go inside, but they all resist. They know the risk of what will happen if they make the wrong move, and he knows none of them want to roll those dice.
"Does anything hurt?" He wonders softly, letting his fingers pass through Touya's hair drift lower, finding a scar to touch softly. Gauging a reaction - checking for pain but also his friend's control.
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Date: 8/3/23 00:29 (UTC)More than anything, he wants to drag Touya out of this bed, out of this place, somewhere where they never have to worry about anyone hurting them. He wishes it was that easy.
He feels the way Touya tucks himself against his chest, and he adjusts his hold reflexively. He littles carefully to the sound of the other's breathing, lets his attention split briefly to take in the world around them more intently. He can hear the voices of the doctors and staff nearby. Chattering impatiently about needing to go inside, but they all resist. They know the risk of what will happen if they make the wrong move, and he knows none of them want to roll those dice.
"Does anything hurt?" He wonders softly, letting his fingers pass through Touya's hair drift lower, finding a scar to touch softly. Gauging a reaction - checking for pain but also his friend's control.