[WELL, that was certainly harder than he expected, evidenced by the moment of shock in his expression. He bounces back, though, hand pressed to his sore jaw, and shakes his head]
I told you I wasn't staying just because it's convenient for you, didn't I? You don't have the right to tease me until you've changed your mind about our relationship and apologized for purposefully hurting me. Until then it's just mocking.
[Well, that's what he asked for. That's what he wanted. But he's not sure how to respond to it, now that it's there. He'd already decided to lock down his heart, so undoing that is frightening. To top it, he can feel an overwhelming wall of emotion just barely held off in the back of his mind. If he gives in now -- if they're really, truly together again -- then it's all going to burst.
So for a moment more he holds back, looking very much as if he's trying not to cry.]
Well, there it goes. Everything clicks into place when there's no further reason to argue. He's happier than he can possibly describe, of course. But he's also full of sorrow, at the fact that they had to get second lives and fight in the first place. He's still shaken from being so frightened earlier too, and from the memory of one death he never properly coped with and another he didn't get the chance to.
So he's happy, but when it settles in his mind that he's safe, really safe, away from the wars and the magic and everything else that hounded him (and them) before, and that he gets Gil to go with that safety, there's just too much emotion to do anything but drop his face into his hands and burst into tears.]
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[He tenses up, trying to keep himself composed. He'll argue and debate - giving in immediately is out of the question. For his own sake.]
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I don't recall you being so good at backing people into corners.
[He's impressed, in a frustrated sort of way.]
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Then will you remember your manners if I ask you to stay for me?
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glances at his own hand, then at gil, back and forth a couple of times
...yep. sounds like a good idea.]
Very well.
[He's just going to deck Gil in the jaw a little.]
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Satisfied now?
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BITCH WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW?!]
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WAIT NO HE THOUGHT THIS-
WHAT ARE YOU-
NO STOP DOING THINGS HE DOESN'T LIKE?!]
What are you doing?!
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[JUST. FOLLOWS. AGGRESSIVELY. NO STOP WHAT DID HE EVEN DO]
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[books -> backpack]
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[HOW TO APOLOGIZE? GIL STILL DOESN'T KNOW THE WORD SORRY. HE'S TOO SPOILED AND FORCEFUL FOR THAT...
So instead he grabs for Tokiomi's backpack and dumps the books out onto the floor.]
And if I'm not going to be controlled by someone else, then I won't be scared to have you.
So if you stay I'll make up for...
[He frowns -- there's a lot to make up for, as far as he recalls]
Whatever.
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So for a moment more he holds back, looking very much as if he's trying not to cry.]
Say please.
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Well, there it goes. Everything clicks into place when there's no further reason to argue. He's happier than he can possibly describe, of course. But he's also full of sorrow, at the fact that they had to get second lives and fight in the first place. He's still shaken from being so frightened earlier too, and from the memory of one death he never properly coped with and another he didn't get the chance to.
So he's happy, but when it settles in his mind that he's safe, really safe, away from the wars and the magic and everything else that hounded him (and them) before, and that he gets Gil to go with that safety, there's just too much emotion to do anything but drop his face into his hands and burst into tears.]
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