[HiMERU's hand hangs on with Leona's movements, though the reason for it becomes less clear by the second. But what reason does he really need, other than not wanting to let go? This is Leona's business too, now; it was his choice to dig into it, and he can't just go forgetting that any time soon.
The smile melts away slowly, back into his porcelain indifference.]
You're not beholden to that task. [There are people he expects to look out for Kaname; there are people he will even ask. Leona is neither.] It'll be something you do of your own foolish will, so do not begrudge me if you come out hurt for it. I would prefer you didn't lose your mind for it, after all.
[He would hate to have to do good on their promise.
But even if Leona is trying to be kind and considerate, including HiMERU under that protective wing, afterthought or otherwise... it brings more of a chill to his spine than it does any warmth.]
This is about him. I'll take care of myself, so don't worry about me. If you must, though — let it be so that he doesn't have to cry. If I ever do need any help, you should know by now that I'll come for it.
[Liar. Liar. What a filthy liar.
His eyes turn away from Leona, down and out towards their feet, his voice dropping with it.]
... I don't know how to protect him without clipping his wings, and I'd sooner die than let that be done to him again.
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The smile melts away slowly, back into his porcelain indifference.]
You're not beholden to that task. [There are people he expects to look out for Kaname; there are people he will even ask. Leona is neither.] It'll be something you do of your own foolish will, so do not begrudge me if you come out hurt for it. I would prefer you didn't lose your mind for it, after all.
[He would hate to have to do good on their promise.
But even if Leona is trying to be kind and considerate, including HiMERU under that protective wing, afterthought or otherwise... it brings more of a chill to his spine than it does any warmth.]
This is about him. I'll take care of myself, so don't worry about me. If you must, though — let it be so that he doesn't have to cry. If I ever do need any help, you should know by now that I'll come for it.
[Liar. Liar. What a filthy liar.
His eyes turn away from Leona, down and out towards their feet, his voice dropping with it.]
... I don't know how to protect him without clipping his wings, and I'd sooner die than let that be done to him again.