[Every sliver of frustration and anger drains out of him immediately. He doesn’t think… Ryo has ever said these words to him. Sorry. He doesn’t think Ryo has ever told him sorry in a way like this.
It hurts him so badly. He wanted all of this so long ago, so much sooner. To know Ryo felt anything, to hear Ryo was sorry, to hear Ryo wanted him to be happy in a way that didn’t seem superficial. He wished he had known how real it actually was for Ryo sooner.
His arms encase Ryo tightly, and he curls Ryo up into his chest as he stands. He holds Ryo in his hands and arms while Ryo cries.
The emotions evaporate, and his body begins to change again: shrinking, losing the fur and claws and fangs, the wings. Until he is just Akira, still holding on, still supporting Ryo before the weight is a little much, and he sinks to the ground with them both.]
Thank you for always being with me, Ryo. Even when it seems like too much.
I never thanked you for all the things you did do for me.
no subject
It hurts him so badly. He wanted all of this so long ago, so much sooner. To know Ryo felt anything, to hear Ryo was sorry, to hear Ryo wanted him to be happy in a way that didn’t seem superficial. He wished he had known how real it actually was for Ryo sooner.
His arms encase Ryo tightly, and he curls Ryo up into his chest as he stands. He holds Ryo in his hands and arms while Ryo cries.
The emotions evaporate, and his body begins to change again: shrinking, losing the fur and claws and fangs, the wings. Until he is just Akira, still holding on, still supporting Ryo before the weight is a little much, and he sinks to the ground with them both.]
Thank you for always being with me, Ryo. Even when it seems like too much.
I never thanked you for all the things you did do for me.