[ Yu glances up at his friend, shaken from his thoughts, and his expression is unreadable: blank, but not emotionless, either. Not thoughtful, nor upset, nor really anything. It's as if he's waiting for something.
Once Minato draws near enough, Yu reaches for him, his hands gently closing around Minato's wrists, his ring and pinkie fingers trailing into the other's palms. This grip he uses as leverage to very gently tug Minato closer. As he does so, he leans his head down just enough so that he can press his forehead to Minato's and shut his eyes.
Up close, Minato may be able to tell that he seems extraordinarily tired. He's running on very little sleep. Hiro texted him hyperventilating at 4 AM, and he's been awake ever since. His apartment is an awful, awkward place to be, because he and Rise aren't speaking. He's still reeling from talking to Mosley and realizing that he's been making enormous mistakes in his logic for weeks, unchecked, unbalanced, and he's put people in danger because of his foolishness. This, all of this, this burning, he keeps exactingly, carefully, quietly, just beneath the surface of his skin. And they need him. Everyone; they need him. ]
No, [ he murmurs, quiet, all hush as something painfully taut within him slowly begins to come unwound again. ] You're alright.
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Once Minato draws near enough, Yu reaches for him, his hands gently closing around Minato's wrists, his ring and pinkie fingers trailing into the other's palms. This grip he uses as leverage to very gently tug Minato closer. As he does so, he leans his head down just enough so that he can press his forehead to Minato's and shut his eyes.
Up close, Minato may be able to tell that he seems extraordinarily tired. He's running on very little sleep. Hiro texted him hyperventilating at 4 AM, and he's been awake ever since. His apartment is an awful, awkward place to be, because he and Rise aren't speaking. He's still reeling from talking to Mosley and realizing that he's been making enormous mistakes in his logic for weeks, unchecked, unbalanced, and he's put people in danger because of his foolishness. This, all of this, this burning, he keeps exactingly, carefully, quietly, just beneath the surface of his skin. And they need him. Everyone; they need him. ]
No, [ he murmurs, quiet, all hush as something painfully taut within him slowly begins to come unwound again. ] You're alright.