[ Can he really be bold to ask questions like this, as long as he has been alive there is no reason to hide it. Could it be that he's too hasty about it, there's nothing stopping him but he is afraid of answers. Within his chest, his heart beats in a rapid manner from what he had posed, it's a terrifying thing. It's the borderline of hope for him, he could be denied his question even if this male believes that there's something binding them. A feeling that pulls at a part of them they wouldn't have thought existed, there's something deep down in Yamato that continues to tell him that it's going to be fine.
His question only wants one answer, one that he truly wants. He doesn't have to know about whereabouts nor does he have to know how they're fairing. To be honest, he'd like to ask question like are they staying hydrated? Are they doing okay? Are they happy? Are they moving about as much as they wanted to before? Are they eating? Are they ok? It sounds a bit silly to think but his features on the outside contradict how he feels on the inside. ]
It just feels.. bad if I didn't say anything. I'd have been upset with myself, you know? It means something to me.
[ Not like it's a good thing to speak so openly but Yamato isn't the type to just contain all things. His happiness along with his sadness is noted from time to time so even his thoughts are brought out into the open. If he's told not to, he'll remember not to say anything like that again. Normally Kashuu gets on him for being so open about these things and that makes him eerily creepy. He doesn't feel bad for being so honest, so with the hand that entwines with his own, he does smile happily. Words are able to make or break him and these words, the next sentence is enough that his breath is caught in his throat. His smile is quick to drop but not in an upset manner, more so there is disbelief written over his face. Sapphire falls upon the other's face and his hand tightens on the one that he's holding. ]
Huh?
[ The only voice he manages to get out as his eyes blink over and over again, waiting for the image before him to just disappear. Maybe this was only a dream or something, that he couldn't be able to make heads or tails of why he's having it. Though his hand feels like it could slip away from that grasp if not held on, it doesn't. Has he been looking for him? Has.. he been looking for something like this? As much as he gripped onto the past, he's more so speechless than expectant. ]
YOU DONT NEED YORU HAIR WHEN YOU HAVEME?
His question only wants one answer, one that he truly wants. He doesn't have to know about whereabouts nor does he have to know how they're fairing. To be honest, he'd like to ask question like are they staying hydrated? Are they doing okay? Are they happy? Are they moving about as much as they wanted to before? Are they eating? Are they ok? It sounds a bit silly to think but his features on the outside contradict how he feels on the inside. ]
It just feels.. bad if I didn't say anything. I'd have been upset with myself, you know? It means something to me.
[ Not like it's a good thing to speak so openly but Yamato isn't the type to just contain all things. His happiness along with his sadness is noted from time to time so even his thoughts are brought out into the open. If he's told not to, he'll remember not to say anything like that again. Normally Kashuu gets on him for being so open about these things and that makes him eerily creepy. He doesn't feel bad for being so honest, so with the hand that entwines with his own, he does smile happily. Words are able to make or break him and these words, the next sentence is enough that his breath is caught in his throat. His smile is quick to drop but not in an upset manner, more so there is disbelief written over his face. Sapphire falls upon the other's face and his hand tightens on the one that he's holding. ]
Huh?
[ The only voice he manages to get out as his eyes blink over and over again, waiting for the image before him to just disappear. Maybe this was only a dream or something, that he couldn't be able to make heads or tails of why he's having it. Though his hand feels like it could slip away from that grasp if not held on, it doesn't. Has he been looking for him? Has.. he been looking for something like this? As much as he gripped onto the past, he's more so speechless than expectant. ]
W.. What did you just say?