[There's something about those words. Such permanence, and intensity. They make sense when niisan says them; they're brothers, they're family, and they will always have one another as long as they wish it. But something squeezes inside Micchi's stomach when niisan says, "as long as you want me". Not because of how he says it, but because of how Micchi feels when he hears it.
Not so innocent as niisan is implying.
Micchi pulls back a little, so that he can look Takatora right in the eyes. For a minute he searches, but he can't read niisan, beyond the fact that he means everything he says. But does he mean it like that?
Micchi leans in as he speaks, so that every word he says comes out closer and closer to Takatora's mouth.]
I do want you, niisan. [Okay, maybe that could be plausibly denied if necessary. Micchi widens his eyes a little, curiosity getting the better of him.] Do you want me, too?
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Not so innocent as niisan is implying.
Micchi pulls back a little, so that he can look Takatora right in the eyes. For a minute he searches, but he can't read niisan, beyond the fact that he means everything he says. But does he mean it like that?
Micchi leans in as he speaks, so that every word he says comes out closer and closer to Takatora's mouth.]
I do want you, niisan. [Okay, maybe that could be plausibly denied if necessary. Micchi widens his eyes a little, curiosity getting the better of him.] Do you want me, too?