[ It's unfair. It's unfair and it's selfish but despite the fact that Rin knows Keisuke is riddled with that guilt he doesn't find himself faltering in his decision even an ounce. He'd rather get taken, he'd rather protect him, rather the other be the one handling such guilt, than have it be the opposite. He has enough of that on his shoulders as it is, his inability to save people he cares for in the past hanging onto him like weights, dragging him down and threatening to overwhelm him entirely.
He really doesn't know how much more of that he'd be able to manage.
Rin doesn't have much expectation when it comes to his own impulsive move, and wouldn't have been that bothered by Keisuke not returning the hold (so long as he wasn't pushed away instead). It, most definitely, is a lot more pleasing to have those arms curling around him though, and he smiles against the fabric of his clothes before he can help it. It's strange, how something like this could be... relieving, to him, when the purpose of it had been to help the other feel better. ]
Yeah, I don't have to, but I'm going to. Don't you try convincing me to not want to protect you when I can. [ His tone is chastising, but exasperated as he rubs his face against Keisuke's chest, nuzzling against him for a moment as he breathes in and tries to regain composure. When he pulls away, it isn't far, but it's enough that he can give his friend a wide smile, warm and as at ease as it usually is. He's fine. He's here, in one piece, and he's fine. Nothing to worry about or feel guilty for, see?
(Though Rin knows, far too well, that Keisuke isn't going to stop feeling guilty about it so easily - but the least he can do, and maybe only thing he really can, is convince him that he doesn't hold anything against him.)
He leans further away, hands sliding around so that he can thump his free one against Keisuke's chest, patting him reassuringly. ] Next time I'll have the knife thanks to you. Don't know how much good it'll do against creepy tentacles but- [ A carefree shrug. ] -we'll worry about that when it happens.
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He really doesn't know how much more of that he'd be able to manage.
Rin doesn't have much expectation when it comes to his own impulsive move, and wouldn't have been that bothered by Keisuke not returning the hold (so long as he wasn't pushed away instead). It, most definitely, is a lot more pleasing to have those arms curling around him though, and he smiles against the fabric of his clothes before he can help it. It's strange, how something like this could be... relieving, to him, when the purpose of it had been to help the other feel better. ]
Yeah, I don't have to, but I'm going to. Don't you try convincing me to not want to protect you when I can. [ His tone is chastising, but exasperated as he rubs his face against Keisuke's chest, nuzzling against him for a moment as he breathes in and tries to regain composure. When he pulls away, it isn't far, but it's enough that he can give his friend a wide smile, warm and as at ease as it usually is. He's fine. He's here, in one piece, and he's fine. Nothing to worry about or feel guilty for, see?
(Though Rin knows, far too well, that Keisuke isn't going to stop feeling guilty about it so easily - but the least he can do, and maybe only thing he really can, is convince him that he doesn't hold anything against him.)
He leans further away, hands sliding around so that he can thump his free one against Keisuke's chest, patting him reassuringly. ] Next time I'll have the knife thanks to you. Don't know how much good it'll do against creepy tentacles but- [ A carefree shrug. ] -we'll worry about that when it happens.