( There's a tension between Mika's brows that dissipates as Ginger starts to speak, his expression softening with a hint of surprise. When he'd talk to Yuu, he had to shout to be heard - and even then, there was really no changing Yuu's path once he's begun it. Ginger isn't like that. He hasn't been like that so far. But Mika's just used to - things just not working out, at their most critical juncture.
And some part of him had resigned to a near future of trying to figure out how to help Ginger for him while Ginger held fast to his worries. And he would have been glad to do it, regardless. He would have forgiven Ginger, and not thought twice of it. Because he does care for Ginger that much. He's worth the cost.
But Ginger hears him, he thinks. He feels it in his touch, and he wants to believe it in his words. And some part of him hesitates, still - it needles him, and it asks him if he's really allowed to be equal with Ginger. Bright in Mika's heart, melting its ice. But despite its cruelty, he presses his cheek into Ginger's palm. He tries to hear Ginger's voice instead of his own. )
... Okay. ( He squeezes Ginger's hand, as much for himself as for Ginger. ) Okay.
( A hesitant beat. What should he say here? There's so much he feels - you make me really happy; thank you for trying to make this work out, with me; thank you for thinking so much of me, even though I don't deserve it - he could go on, and on. He might not even have the words for everything he feels.
But, when he tries to put it all together, what comes out is something a little quiet, a little vulnerable, and a strange sort of happy - a simple: )
... Thank you.
( And he does lean down, as far as he needs to until Ginger does whatever he's thinking of. )
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And some part of him had resigned to a near future of trying to figure out how to help Ginger for him while Ginger held fast to his worries. And he would have been glad to do it, regardless. He would have forgiven Ginger, and not thought twice of it. Because he does care for Ginger that much. He's worth the cost.
But Ginger hears him, he thinks. He feels it in his touch, and he wants to believe it in his words. And some part of him hesitates, still - it needles him, and it asks him if he's really allowed to be equal with Ginger. Bright in Mika's heart, melting its ice. But despite its cruelty, he presses his cheek into Ginger's palm. He tries to hear Ginger's voice instead of his own. )
... Okay. ( He squeezes Ginger's hand, as much for himself as for Ginger. ) Okay.
( A hesitant beat. What should he say here? There's so much he feels - you make me really happy; thank you for trying to make this work out, with me; thank you for thinking so much of me, even though I don't deserve it - he could go on, and on. He might not even have the words for everything he feels.
But, when he tries to put it all together, what comes out is something a little quiet, a little vulnerable, and a strange sort of happy - a simple: )
... Thank you.
( And he does lean down, as far as he needs to until Ginger does whatever he's thinking of. )