( everyone leaves, yeah, that sounds about right β nothing in his life has ever been concrete, nothing good ever stays for long if anything good comes to him in the first place, and if pressed β¦ he would say that staying in that treehouse had everything to do with it being a place he didn't have to worry about bothering anyone else.
not because it has anything at all to do with the kindness of the ones that had lived here before, and finding that space empty reminds him of the things he could still lose, and at this point β
well. he knows what he has to lose. he's just not about to put a voice to it.
he's pretty sure he doesn't have a whole lot of time between giving over his location and toji's inevitable arrival β you're quick for an old man, you know β and he barely has a chance to set his phone down before the other is in through the window and on him like they both might expire if he doesn't, and the weight of the other's body pressing him down, it finds him hooking his legs over thick thighs and holding him close. biting at the thumb that touches the line of his mouth.
well. nipping, more like. but that's neither here nor there. )
Posmotri na sebya, starik.
(look at yourself, old man.) β¦ Ya skuchal po tebe.
(i missed you.
he drags him in by his collar, one hand curling around the back of his neck to keep him there ( as if he could if toji really wanted to keep distance between them ), giving his mouth and his body and his everything over as an offering. like that alone would keep him from disappearing again. )
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not because it has anything at all to do with the kindness of the ones that had lived here before, and finding that space empty reminds him of the things he could still lose, and at this point β
well. he knows what he has to lose. he's just not about to put a voice to it.
he's pretty sure he doesn't have a whole lot of time between giving over his location and toji's inevitable arrival β you're quick for an old man, you know β and he barely has a chance to set his phone down before the other is in through the window and on him like they both might expire if he doesn't, and the weight of the other's body pressing him down, it finds him hooking his legs over thick thighs and holding him close. biting at the thumb that touches the line of his mouth.
well. nipping, more like. but that's neither here nor there. )
Posmotri na sebya, starik.
( look at yourself, old man. ) β¦ Ya skuchal po tebe.
( i missed you.
he drags him in by his collar, one hand curling around the back of his neck to keep him there ( as if he could if toji really wanted to keep distance between them ), giving his mouth and his body and his everything over as an offering. like that alone would keep him from disappearing again. )