[ There's a falter, the briefest of any, and Tsuna carries on wrapping gauze over Mukuro's bruised torso, to keep those ribs in places at least for tonight, and he thinks- that maybe it's just a trick of the light and his eyes are deceiving him into thinking he could imagine the pale beginnings of a bruise in the shape of handprints.
What does he say? What does he do?
(i'm sorry, i should have been there, i should have protected you)
The ring weighs heavy on his finger, cold and smooth. ]
--don't. [ The words come clumsy through his lips. ] Next time, run. I don't care if you think- whatever it is. Mukuro--
[ For a moment, Tsuna sounds so very much more the frightened young man he is than the one he should be, and this scares him more than anything. ]
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What does he say? What does he do?
(i'm sorry, i should have been there, i should have protected you)
The ring weighs heavy on his finger, cold and smooth. ]
--don't. [ The words come clumsy through his lips. ] Next time, run. I don't care if you think- whatever it is. Mukuro--
[ For a moment, Tsuna sounds so very much more the frightened young man he is than the one he should be, and this scares him more than anything. ]