[Tenka had gotten up when he noticed that Sousei had apparently forgotten to breathe. The shock is strong and Tenka knows that it's a lot - all at once. Tenka had years to consider who killed their parents and what became of them, thinking about all the small pieces that slowly added up. Except even then he was wrong.
But that was when he and Sousei didn't speak for ten years. That was when Sousei wanted nothing to do with him and hated him and everything he stood for. There was no way for Tenka to share the information, even if he wanted to. And he also knows himself well enough to realize that then, at that time, he wouldn't have wanted to.
That distance has long since been closed and Tenka, open-hearted and instinctively protective as he is, doesn't plan on sitting across the table for much longer. Rather, he moves to sit beside his partner and plants both of his hands on his shoulders, looking him in the eye.
His words sting. They hurt. Tenka can't say anything because they're true.]
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But that was when he and Sousei didn't speak for ten years. That was when Sousei wanted nothing to do with him and hated him and everything he stood for. There was no way for Tenka to share the information, even if he wanted to. And he also knows himself well enough to realize that then, at that time, he wouldn't have wanted to.
That distance has long since been closed and Tenka, open-hearted and instinctively protective as he is, doesn't plan on sitting across the table for much longer. Rather, he moves to sit beside his partner and plants both of his hands on his shoulders, looking him in the eye.
His words sting. They hurt. Tenka can't say anything because they're true.]
Sousei.
[Come on, partner, stay with him here.]
Sousei, breathe.