( If that's what Ginger likes, then he'll stay. He could be made of molten lava and Mika would resolve to stay anyway. This isn't so bad in comparison, )
... I don't know how much help I'd be... but we can figure out something together. It doesn't just have to be your problem.
( Though, he gets it's embarrassing. He totally gets why Ginger would want to just figure this out on his own. But Also... he can't let it slide without saying that.
He curls his fingers in Ginger's hair idly, trying to ease the awkwardness out of him... be cool so Ginger can be cool... we got this... )
... I know... you don't like this, and - it's... difficult. ( Hard, ) But, um... If it's not weird to say... I think it's nice— um. You know. That... well, you're like this because your parents loved each other a lot, right? ... Despite every difference. Despite everything, I think... you know. At the core of all this is love, right?
( But maybe he's just talking out of his ass and making light of Ginger's suffering... what does he know... He's just thinking - at least it's not a curse, right? It's awkward for sure, but... it came from a place of love. )
[ He hasn’t looked down at Mika yet. He never sees Rum’s face in his heated dreams - thank goodness for that. He doesn’t deserve to see those gorgeous eyes. So. He doesn’t deserve to see Mika either, not while he’s having these thoughts.
If he saw Mika’s eyes now - would he… would he see them in his dreams…?
( Is he still pretending he won’t see Mika? He’s such a stupid, stupid, stupid fool.)
Mika’s voice brings him back to the present. It’s endearing the way Mika starts and stops, Ginger’s eyes crinkle with soft affection. He’s beginning to recognize that this is Mika, earnest - when he sounds exactly like this. The halting sentences, the fingers threaded in his hair. No one else has ever tried so hard to make Ginger feel better about - Ginger.
He smiles, and it grows and grows with each word. ]
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( If that's what Ginger likes, then he'll stay. He could be made of molten lava and Mika would resolve to stay anyway. This isn't so bad in comparison, )
... I don't know how much help I'd be... but we can figure out something together. It doesn't just have to be your problem.
( Though, he gets it's embarrassing. He totally gets why Ginger would want to just figure this out on his own. But Also... he can't let it slide without saying that.
He curls his fingers in Ginger's hair idly, trying to ease the awkwardness out of him... be cool so Ginger can be cool... we got this... )
... I know... you don't like this, and - it's... difficult. ( Hard, ) But, um... If it's not weird to say... I think it's nice— um. You know. That... well, you're like this because your parents loved each other a lot, right? ... Despite every difference. Despite everything, I think... you know. At the core of all this is love, right?
( But maybe he's just talking out of his ass and making light of Ginger's suffering... what does he know... He's just thinking - at least it's not a curse, right? It's awkward for sure, but... it came from a place of love. )
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If he saw Mika’s eyes now - would he… would he see them in his dreams…?
( Is he still pretending he won’t see Mika? He’s such a stupid, stupid, stupid fool.)
Mika’s voice brings him back to the present. It’s endearing the way Mika starts and stops, Ginger’s eyes crinkle with soft affection. He’s beginning to recognize that this is Mika, earnest - when he sounds exactly like this. The halting sentences, the fingers threaded in his hair. No one else has ever tried so hard to make Ginger feel better about - Ginger.
He smiles, and it grows and grows with each word. ]
Yeah. [ Soft. ] It’s love.
[ It’ll be love. ]