[ And this is him starting at that, staring at your hands on his, and then slowly lifting his eyes to yours.
He remembers the first time he'd ever seen violet eyes. He'd been packing his things, staring down at the wooden box of random shit that he'd taken to collecting over the years since he crossed Yggdrasil's Roots, and had just wound up the beautiful music box that he'd picked up because once upon a time Cindy had wanted to try out ballet -- and then looked up to see Sara Shinta smiling at him.
It was her eyes, more than anything else, that had caught him.
Josh doesn't know what he feels. Love is far too intimidating a word at this point for him to actually process. But he knows that you matter a great, big deal, and he knows that he wants you in whatever way he can get you.
He leans forward then, face pressing into your side, just a little bit lower than where your heart is caged inside your ribs, arms wrapping around you and carefully including Mitsuru in that embrace.
He likes that cat, okay. He cares a lot about the girl who gave it to you. But it hurts that she'd known how you'd felt and said what she did, because she might not have meant it the way that now twists him up inside -- but that's it. It hurts. ]
I'm just going to say it. Honesty Hour and all.
[ Man, why the hell is he tearing up again. This is ridiculous. ]
I'm only ever going to get this one life, you know. [ He shifts one arm, gathers a squirming Mitsuru close and presses his nose behind the kitten's ear. ]
And it sucks because... I can see your clock. And that thing -- I've seen it drop. [ Hiding his face back in your side. ] But I'm good with whatever this is. If it's the only thing I'm ever going to get. At least... at least I had you, right?
[ He sounds painfully, painfully in need of reassurance. But asking is hard. He's a Brennan. They pull their own weight. ]
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He remembers the first time he'd ever seen violet eyes. He'd been packing his things, staring down at the wooden box of random shit that he'd taken to collecting over the years since he crossed Yggdrasil's Roots, and had just wound up the beautiful music box that he'd picked up because once upon a time Cindy had wanted to try out ballet -- and then looked up to see Sara Shinta smiling at him.
It was her eyes, more than anything else, that had caught him.
Josh doesn't know what he feels. Love is far too intimidating a word at this point for him to actually process. But he knows that you matter a great, big deal, and he knows that he wants you in whatever way he can get you.
He leans forward then, face pressing into your side, just a little bit lower than where your heart is caged inside your ribs, arms wrapping around you and carefully including Mitsuru in that embrace.
He likes that cat, okay. He cares a lot about the girl who gave it to you. But it hurts that she'd known how you'd felt and said what she did, because she might not have meant it the way that now twists him up inside -- but that's it. It hurts. ]
I'm just going to say it. Honesty Hour and all.
[ Man, why the hell is he tearing up again. This is ridiculous. ]
I'm only ever going to get this one life, you know. [ He shifts one arm, gathers a squirming Mitsuru close and presses his nose behind the kitten's ear. ]
And it sucks because... I can see your clock. And that thing -- I've seen it drop. [ Hiding his face back in your side. ] But I'm good with whatever this is. If it's the only thing I'm ever going to get. At least... at least I had you, right?
[ He sounds painfully, painfully in need of reassurance. But asking is hard. He's a Brennan. They pull their own weight. ]