[Souji hums a little as Jae-ha explains, trying to take in the information and really understand it. There's already something in it that he can understand on an innate level, though, having been kept away from people due to his fearsome strength even as a small child. These hands that he'd hated so much had eventually become useful, and being able to cleave through enemies effortlessly wound up bringing him great happiness in the form of praise, of being wanted, of being a necessary piece to the backbone of the Shinsengumi.
Now, they're soft and careful, fingers curving down the sides of Jae-ha's face, following his jawline until they're close enough to touch the sides of his mouth. It's a meandering, aimless sort of gesture. Souji is always hungry for contact, and when he feels particularly lifeless, he seeks out the life in those bursting with it.
Funny, then, that Jae-ha is also running on a shorter clock than most.]
I'm glad that you left that place.
[Even if it feels like it was probably an inevitable thing. Jae-ha may not be fond of tales of fate or destiny, but it does seem to him like he was probably someone fated from the start to break free from anyone or anything that would try to confine him, pin him like a butterfly, tell him what he should make of the world.
He stares at Jae-ha's face in a way that's almost sharp, then, but there's something in his expression that seems admirous regardless.]
...Is it hard for you to imagine what it would be like to grow old?
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Now, they're soft and careful, fingers curving down the sides of Jae-ha's face, following his jawline until they're close enough to touch the sides of his mouth. It's a meandering, aimless sort of gesture. Souji is always hungry for contact, and when he feels particularly lifeless, he seeks out the life in those bursting with it.
Funny, then, that Jae-ha is also running on a shorter clock than most.]
I'm glad that you left that place.
[Even if it feels like it was probably an inevitable thing. Jae-ha may not be fond of tales of fate or destiny, but it does seem to him like he was probably someone fated from the start to break free from anyone or anything that would try to confine him, pin him like a butterfly, tell him what he should make of the world.
He stares at Jae-ha's face in a way that's almost sharp, then, but there's something in his expression that seems admirous regardless.]
...Is it hard for you to imagine what it would be like to grow old?