[He pauses for a moment, a little astounded. Considering the situation, it isn't Tsuna who should be frightened, shaken, and hurt. And seeing him that way just drives the fact that he cares in like a nail.
Mukuro does not want Tsuna to care, or at least he doesn't want to acknowledge it. Emotions like that are trapping, because it's so much easier to tell himself that he's not part of this "family", and that everything between them as individuals is just a game, peppered by rare moments of physical pleasure, when he isn't having fond emotions directed at him. He isn't used to being cared about, and by anything he could swear on it's downright painful, like salt in the wounds he's been carrying since he was a child.
His hands are only trembling just a little as he places them on Tsuna's face, tiling it up to lock gazes.]
no subject
Mukuro does not want Tsuna to care, or at least he doesn't want to acknowledge it. Emotions like that are trapping, because it's so much easier to tell himself that he's not part of this "family", and that everything between them as individuals is just a game, peppered by rare moments of physical pleasure, when he isn't having fond emotions directed at him. He isn't used to being cared about, and by anything he could swear on it's downright painful, like salt in the wounds he's been carrying since he was a child.
His hands are only trembling just a little as he places them on Tsuna's face, tiling it up to lock gazes.]
I don't take orders. And you...
...Don't care so much.