[He can't even feel his fingers when he's done. But that's fine. He doesn't care and it doesn't matter. Soubi waves absently as he walks away before pushing his hands deep into jacket pockets.]
[What was and what could have been were very different things when it came to Soubi. He looks up when a body steps into his path and speaks.]
[Ritsuka. Surprise and confusion flicks across his face and he stopped, just staring at the boy who really did have his heart. Even if actions could never mesh with desires and Ritsuka couldn't accept or understand.]
Ritsuka...were you waiting long?
[As if this were planned, instead of a complete accident.]
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[What was and what could have been were very different things when it came to Soubi. He looks up when a body steps into his path and speaks.]
[Ritsuka. Surprise and confusion flicks across his face and he stopped, just staring at the boy who really did have his heart. Even if actions could never mesh with desires and Ritsuka couldn't accept or understand.]
Ritsuka...were you waiting long?
[As if this were planned, instead of a complete accident.]