[Ryuji, on the other hand, remembers it intensely and in vivid colors. The island of Khaki. The "what the hell is this-" stated so flatly and stern as Dave grabbed his wrist, and then trying to play it off like it was fine. And then bargaining to have a few more minutes to just be with him so that he could stop worrying about Dave being sick and getting some sleep.]
Okay.
[He gives up reaching out for his shirt. It's sad how into that touch he really is, just a small confirmation that it's okay, even if the words are there to back it up. Holding himself up against the edge of the pool, he moves his arms so that his head could rest against the crease of one of his elbows, nose buried into it.
It's not something that he says outright, but like this, he knows he feels vulnerable in some sort of way. Not that he really believes he's superman or anything like that, but Dave's fingers against his skin and the way it sends up signals to the back of his neck calm some of that. Or maybe... not exactly calm, but manageable. He's okay when he shares himself with Dave, so maybe that possessiveness he's got stirring up in his brain isn't that weird or unfounded.
But just like that, he snaps out of it as he brings his head up again to look over his shoulders. What?]
... where is it? [Because he's committed almost everything he's seen of Dave to memory and nothing had seemed out of place after the virus struck. And that might make him a bit of a hypocrite, too, when he's avoided wearing his tank top or not taking his shirt off to sleep with Dave like he normally does before falling asleep.]
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Okay.
[He gives up reaching out for his shirt. It's sad how into that touch he really is, just a small confirmation that it's okay, even if the words are there to back it up. Holding himself up against the edge of the pool, he moves his arms so that his head could rest against the crease of one of his elbows, nose buried into it.
It's not something that he says outright, but like this, he knows he feels vulnerable in some sort of way. Not that he really believes he's superman or anything like that, but Dave's fingers against his skin and the way it sends up signals to the back of his neck calm some of that. Or maybe... not exactly calm, but manageable. He's okay when he shares himself with Dave, so maybe that possessiveness he's got stirring up in his brain isn't that weird or unfounded.
But just like that, he snaps out of it as he brings his head up again to look over his shoulders. What?]
... where is it? [Because he's committed almost everything he's seen of Dave to memory and nothing had seemed out of place after the virus struck. And that might make him a bit of a hypocrite, too, when he's avoided wearing his tank top or not taking his shirt off to sleep with Dave like he normally does before falling asleep.]