[ Logically, he doesn't know what to feel. What is he supposed to feel when he hears that she wanted this? Wants him to love her. He doesn't need her to respond, to confess to anything because he understands her words and every piece of them. She's accepted what he feels, and he hasn't hurt her. He hasn't burdened her. He hasn't pulled her from his life. And now... now she knows. And he feels lighter. That's what his body and heart and mind settle on - lighter. It's relief, maybe. Maybe because he's not holding onto the feeling so tightly. Burying it deep inside because he doesn't know if it's okay. And he didn't really realize how badly he was drowning in it until he shared it.
Yeah, he didn't know what to expect. For all the pop culture that he takes in - he didn't know. And it's just another new experience. But he doesn't know if this is one he'd ever want to write about. He doesn't know that he can, anyway.
This one, this experience. It is only for him to share with her. He's quiet for awhile, though he doesn't move. He just looks at her.
Because he doesn't mind her being selfish. He considers that he may even like that she was jealous. That she was selfish about him. No one has been selfish about him before. Reimi is nothing like those girls, those people who wanted to be close because of his fame and popularity.
And he recalls words, words that Setsura had told him. To be selfish - for his sake and for her sake. And he echoes them, in a way, when he speaks. ]
It's okay to be selfish.
[ Obviously, when he says it - he means that he doesn't mind that she is. He's always been selfish. In his pursuits and with his work, he was selfish. He cared very little for other people's feelings. ]
But I don't even really like most other people.
[ So - she has zero competition. It's not exactly the smoothest thing to say right here, in this moment, but that's all he has, really. He's not good at this, and he's already laid his heart out for her, so he has nothing else right now. But, in one quick impulse he leans to kiss the top of her head because it seems right? Yeah. That seems right. ]
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Yeah, he didn't know what to expect. For all the pop culture that he takes in - he didn't know. And it's just another new experience. But he doesn't know if this is one he'd ever want to write about. He doesn't know that he can, anyway.
This one, this experience. It is only for him to share with her. He's quiet for awhile, though he doesn't move. He just looks at her.
Because he doesn't mind her being selfish. He considers that he may even like that she was jealous. That she was selfish about him. No one has been selfish about him before. Reimi is nothing like those girls, those people who wanted to be close because of his fame and popularity.
And he recalls words, words that Setsura had told him. To be selfish - for his sake and for her sake. And he echoes them, in a way, when he speaks. ]
It's okay to be selfish.
[ Obviously, when he says it - he means that he doesn't mind that she is. He's always been selfish. In his pursuits and with his work, he was selfish. He cared very little for other people's feelings. ]
But I don't even really like most other people.
[ So - she has zero competition. It's not exactly the smoothest thing to say right here, in this moment, but that's all he has, really. He's not good at this, and he's already laid his heart out for her, so he has nothing else right now. But, in one quick impulse he leans to kiss the top of her head because it seems right? Yeah. That seems right. ]