[ It's called TPO, Mikan! He'll probably slam his own head to the wall when he thinks about this later.
The touch on his hand is soft, warm. It's comfortable. That, and her words just strengthen what he's believed and what he's just said ー she's got his back. He knew, but it feels really, really good to have it confirmed again. It's nothing like the times when he always, always desperately tried to keep his appearance, tried to appease to the expectations put upon him. He hasn't been the best person here, either, but the friends he's made here ー the comrades he's made here, they've never been anything less than supportive, even if their ways aren't always the same as his.
Mondo's eyes find the ground for a moment as he thinks about her question. Can they find the right way to be stronger? To move forward, leaving their past behind? When her other hand holds his hand too, he looks back at her as he very, very slowly takes that hand off her cheek, like he doesn't want to do that.
But that hand, together with his other hand finds both her hands. ]
...I dunno what's the right way. [ Neither does he think he'll find it even if it takes him forever. ] But whatever it is, we won't get anywhere if we don't keep goin'. It might not be the 'right' way, but it's our way. [ A squeeze to her hands. ] Ain't that enough?
[ Step by step. That feels like the method that suits the both of them best. ]
You got me, I got you. We got some our friends here. 's long as we don't hurt anyone, does it really matter whether it's right or wrong?
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The touch on his hand is soft, warm. It's comfortable. That, and her words just strengthen what he's believed and what he's just said ー she's got his back. He knew, but it feels really, really good to have it confirmed again. It's nothing like the times when he always, always desperately tried to keep his appearance, tried to appease to the expectations put upon him. He hasn't been the best person here, either, but the friends he's made here ー the comrades he's made here, they've never been anything less than supportive, even if their ways aren't always the same as his.
Mondo's eyes find the ground for a moment as he thinks about her question. Can they find the right way to be stronger? To move forward, leaving their past behind? When her other hand holds his hand too, he looks back at her as he very, very slowly takes that hand off her cheek, like he doesn't want to do that.
But that hand, together with his other hand finds both her hands. ]
...I dunno what's the right way. [ Neither does he think he'll find it even if it takes him forever. ] But whatever it is, we won't get anywhere if we don't keep goin'. It might not be the 'right' way, but it's our way. [ A squeeze to her hands. ] Ain't that enough?
[ Step by step. That feels like the method that suits the both of them best. ]
You got me, I got you. We got some our friends here. 's long as we don't hurt anyone, does it really matter whether it's right or wrong?