Such simple words, and even still the boy's hands are gentle in his hair, doing nothing to imply he means more than what he says. Perhaps a part of Sunday had still anticipated something else — an excuse for hands to wander, lines crossed and boundaries ignored for the sake of the game they're all meant to play. But that does not happen. He looks down at his own lap, eyes blinking open to see gloved fingers curled into loose fists. He is surprised they aren't shaking.]
You are... a very kind person, Genya.
[More than necessary, more than he deserves. Fated affinity in the next life? He has barely survived this one, which is a gift on its own that he does not yet know what to do with.
Gently, his own hand lifts to find the braid where it lies twisted over his shoulder, catching the tip.]
If only we had something to tie it with — I'm afraid, if I move, it'll come unraveled. It would be a waste of your work. How did you learn?
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Such simple words, and even still the boy's hands are gentle in his hair, doing nothing to imply he means more than what he says. Perhaps a part of Sunday had still anticipated something else — an excuse for hands to wander, lines crossed and boundaries ignored for the sake of the game they're all meant to play. But that does not happen. He looks down at his own lap, eyes blinking open to see gloved fingers curled into loose fists. He is surprised they aren't shaking.]
You are... a very kind person, Genya.
[More than necessary, more than he deserves. Fated affinity in the next life? He has barely survived this one, which is a gift on its own that he does not yet know what to do with.
Gently, his own hand lifts to find the braid where it lies twisted over his shoulder, catching the tip.]
If only we had something to tie it with — I'm afraid, if I move, it'll come unraveled. It would be a waste of your work. How did you learn?