[ Akechi doesn't miss that hint of melancholy, though he only associates it with Akira's feelings for the immediate past, to a time before their separation, before the pain and resentment. And that feeling, he hates to admit, is one that he shares. ]
Not exactly like old times.
[ Said with a rueful smile, and his very own brand of resignation. This much, he can't deny, either.
The cup is brought up to his lips again as though moving on autopilot, led by memories of his body as his own thoughts stray far away-- to the musings he had been nurturing for the past few weeks, and whatever small fraction of his feelings he had managed to work out. The matter of Akira has always been too difficult for him to figure out; he was hard to read, and thus made Akechi's feelings all the harder to deal with. And he can't say he has come to a definitive conclusion just yet, that he's a hundred percent certain of how far he wants to extend this tentative relationship or what else it could grow into, but-- ]
Do you think it will ever be like that again?
[ Whatever they had before, he knows he wants it back. ]
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Not exactly like old times.
[ Said with a rueful smile, and his very own brand of resignation. This much, he can't deny, either.
The cup is brought up to his lips again as though moving on autopilot, led by memories of his body as his own thoughts stray far away-- to the musings he had been nurturing for the past few weeks, and whatever small fraction of his feelings he had managed to work out. The matter of Akira has always been too difficult for him to figure out; he was hard to read, and thus made Akechi's feelings all the harder to deal with. And he can't say he has come to a definitive conclusion just yet, that he's a hundred percent certain of how far he wants to extend this tentative relationship or what else it could grow into, but-- ]
Do you think it will ever be like that again?
[ Whatever they had before, he knows he wants it back. ]