( In the furrow of his brows it's clear enough that Mika is hesitating - his need to be certain that Ginger is okay, will be okay, his resentment toward himself for the absence of his ability to heal, at odds with the warm ripples Ginger sends through his chest.
But Ginger is so earnest and loving in a way Mika has missed so dearly, and it comes too in shades he hasn't yet experienced from Yuu - shades he has always, always wanted desperately, but has never known. (How greedy it is, to want to be loved, instead of selflessly devoting yourself to another.) It's hard not to believe him, when Mika has always been weak to those led by their hearts, regardless of his own reason.
...
He brings their foreheads together again, noses brushing, lips close, like before. )
... Only if you really will be okay. ( A gentle plea, but one that suggests he's trying to listen to Ginger's voice instead of his own fear's, for once. ) I can't give you my eternity if you disappear.
( "Disappear" being the mildest way to put it, but his chest would seize to think of it as any worse - when all he wants to do is set Ginger's affection in his empty chest instead, let himself feel a mimicry of living again. (Selfish, selfish, but is it okay as long as Ginger likes selfish?)
This time, he closes that slight distance between their lips - they brush together slightly, not fully a kiss, but a little more than the playful nosing Ginger did earlier. It's experimental. But if this sort of thing can convey feeling, maybe this small gesture can serve as an underline. )
... I'm here. I'll always be here. So... you can rest.
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But Ginger is so earnest and loving in a way Mika has missed so dearly, and it comes too in shades he hasn't yet experienced from Yuu - shades he has always, always wanted desperately, but has never known. (How greedy it is, to want to be loved, instead of selflessly devoting yourself to another.) It's hard not to believe him, when Mika has always been weak to those led by their hearts, regardless of his own reason.
...
He brings their foreheads together again, noses brushing, lips close, like before. )
... Only if you really will be okay. ( A gentle plea, but one that suggests he's trying to listen to Ginger's voice instead of his own fear's, for once. ) I can't give you my eternity if you disappear.
( "Disappear" being the mildest way to put it, but his chest would seize to think of it as any worse - when all he wants to do is set Ginger's affection in his empty chest instead, let himself feel a mimicry of living again. (Selfish, selfish, but is it okay as long as Ginger likes selfish?)
This time, he closes that slight distance between their lips - they brush together slightly, not fully a kiss, but a little more than the playful nosing Ginger did earlier. It's experimental. But if this sort of thing can convey feeling, maybe this small gesture can serve as an underline. )
... I'm here. I'll always be here. So... you can rest.