[Startled, he looks down at them, at his pale knuckles and perfectly-groomed nails. Turns them over and blinks down at the marks left behind. He did that. Is that what Fugo's worried about? That little thing?]
[He lets his hands fall to his sides again, then folds them one over the other, clasped over his stomach. It doesn't matter.]
Of course I want to see you. [Of course. It hurts, how foreign the concept is to Fugo, how clear it is in his face that he doesn't understand. That stare, that bottomless confusion, that hurts. Of course he wants to see what's behind the cracked walls that Fugo puts up.]
[And speaking of cracking — his fingers begin to toy nervously with the cuff of the opposite sleeve. Brows draw together. This is progress, but — what the hell does he do if Fugo says no?]
We're friends. [No. That's . . . not right. That doesn't explain it. His expression goes tight with holding back a frustrated pout. Why is this so difficult to articulate?] You're one of the most important people in the world, in any world, to me. I want to see you. I wish you'd let me. I'm not afraid, and I won't walk away from you. Not ever.
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[Startled, he looks down at them, at his pale knuckles and perfectly-groomed nails. Turns them over and blinks down at the marks left behind. He did that. Is that what Fugo's worried about? That little thing?]
[He lets his hands fall to his sides again, then folds them one over the other, clasped over his stomach. It doesn't matter.]
Of course I want to see you. [Of course. It hurts, how foreign the concept is to Fugo, how clear it is in his face that he doesn't understand. That stare, that bottomless confusion, that hurts. Of course he wants to see what's behind the cracked walls that Fugo puts up.]
[And speaking of cracking — his fingers begin to toy nervously with the cuff of the opposite sleeve. Brows draw together. This is progress, but — what the hell does he do if Fugo says no?]
We're friends. [No. That's . . . not right. That doesn't explain it. His expression goes tight with holding back a frustrated pout. Why is this so difficult to articulate?] You're one of the most important people in the world, in any world, to me. I want to see you. I wish you'd let me. I'm not afraid, and I won't walk away from you. Not ever.