[Kariya lets out a slow breath and resists the urge to force Byakuya to look at him, to at least acknowledge his words in some way that isn't that dismissive roll of the shoulders. The gulf between them is so vast and old and full of wreckage that he can't see a way of crossing it.
There's always that distance, somehow, when he reaches out. Some days, he thinks it's the curse of adulthood. Maybe, as soon as you pass a certain age, it becomes impossible to repair bridges. He doesn't know what giving up would entail, though -- they're stuck with each other.
A long, careful stretch with minimal wincing -- the bandages are secure, something productive has happened -- before he stands, feeling steadier but also kind of hollow.]
I'll make breakfast, you should try to get some sleep.
[Hey, since returning from single-apartment bachelor life, he's at least learned how to do something other than boil water and eggs! It's a rare day off, let's put that to use.]
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There's always that distance, somehow, when he reaches out. Some days, he thinks it's the curse of adulthood. Maybe, as soon as you pass a certain age, it becomes impossible to repair bridges. He doesn't know what giving up would entail, though -- they're stuck with each other.
A long, careful stretch with minimal wincing -- the bandages are secure, something productive has happened -- before he stands, feeling steadier but also kind of hollow.]
I'll make breakfast, you should try to get some sleep.
[Hey, since returning from single-apartment bachelor life, he's at least learned how to do something other than boil water and eggs! It's a rare day off, let's put that to use.]