| [Jan. 22nd, 2010|03:42 am] |
Ginta almost let go. Almost. Because that rigid posture of Kakashi's so clearly said 'let me go, I don't want this from you,' but... But Kakashi had been the one who approached first. Kakashi had been the one to brush Ginta's hair back, to hold his head in gentle hands, and it wasn't just because Ginta had looked ill. He was sure of that.
Twenty-four hours ago, Kakashi had been the one clinging to Ginta like he might disappear.
And Ryouma had disappeared. The bastard.
The bastard.
Ginta slacked his grasp slightly, but just enough that he could slide one arm down Kakashi's long (thin, far too thin) spine.
"Yeah," he said hoarsely. "I could, but that would be the wrong thing to do. Genius."
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