[ . . . . . . there's a little note of amusement before he just lets his face rest in the crook of takeru's neck.]
You still have to ask?
[given the effect this week but - admittedly mineo has been keeping it fairly tightly locked up. knowing that others have a read on his emotions contributes to his caution, his anxiety. he feels a lot and he feels a lot constantly, but at least nothing he feels really seems like a dead giveaway. there's no guilt for what he's done - only....
the complicated feeling comes back at the question, and it comes back worse. there's frustration, there's uncertainty, there's a feeling of being lost - like your whole identity is crumbling a little. there's a sense of idealism, of hope, but it wars with pragmatism and a wish to survive. it sits heavily in his chest, it weighs a thousand pounds, it feels like it'll drag him down if he doesn't constantly fight it.]
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You still have to ask?
[given the effect this week but - admittedly mineo has been keeping it fairly tightly locked up. knowing that others have a read on his emotions contributes to his caution, his anxiety. he feels a lot and he feels a lot constantly, but at least nothing he feels really seems like a dead giveaway. there's no guilt for what he's done - only....
the complicated feeling comes back at the question, and it comes back worse. there's frustration, there's uncertainty, there's a feeling of being lost - like your whole identity is crumbling a little. there's a sense of idealism, of hope, but it wars with pragmatism and a wish to survive. it sits heavily in his chest, it weighs a thousand pounds, it feels like it'll drag him down if he doesn't constantly fight it.]
.... I'll be okay.
Just some old wounds opening up again.