[Somehow Rinne feels hotter the moment Ai kisses his forehead again. Was he always this disgraceful? He doesn't want her to think he's only here for one thing, or worse, that he's here for nothing at all. He purses his lips into a line. It's best that he control himself now. She says she wants him, but does she know how much he wants to give her? She might not like it. On most days, he's afraid of his own strength. On the rest, he doesn't feel strong enough.
He wears the same shy frown all the way back to their room, holding her hand tightly all the while. If Ai ever says anything, he answers in nothing but curt, quiet hums of acknowledgement. The doors slides and swings shut behind them, and when they make it to their two spreads of futon on the floor, only then does he finally speak.]
I'll always love you.
[Has he ever said that before? Always? He feels like it should have been implied.]
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He wears the same shy frown all the way back to their room, holding her hand tightly all the while. If Ai ever says anything, he answers in nothing but curt, quiet hums of acknowledgement. The doors slides and swings shut behind them, and when they make it to their two spreads of futon on the floor, only then does he finally speak.]
I'll always love you.
[Has he ever said that before? Always? He feels like it should have been implied.]
You know that, right?
[Mostly, though, he's just stalling.]