[ It doesn't matter that you can't reach for him, because he's drawing you in, pulling you over and tugging you close with a certainty that says simply: let me do this for you, let me be your rock. He promised himself, you see, that he'd meet you in the middle -- no matter how challenging or difficult the road. He'll meet you there and adjust the distance accordingly if ever you can't make it over to him because he just loves you that much. ]
I've got you, Hikaru. [ He's pressing his lips to your forehead, breathing gentle kisses into your hair, his hands coming up to frame your face and trace the line of your jaw tenderly with his fingers. ] It's gonna be okay.
[ Maybe not right now, or tomorrow, or the day after. But eventually, he has to believe that it will, if he has to throw himself up as a shield for your heart and your sanity. ]
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I've got you, Hikaru. [ He's pressing his lips to your forehead, breathing gentle kisses into your hair, his hands coming up to frame your face and trace the line of your jaw tenderly with his fingers. ] It's gonna be okay.
[ Maybe not right now, or tomorrow, or the day after. But eventually, he has to believe that it will, if he has to throw himself up as a shield for your heart and your sanity. ]