[ it's a moment to bite his tongue, to hold his peace, to let go.
but he's never been good at any of those. his grip flexes as he turns, tugs shiro over to his shoes -- less as if he needs the lead and more as if clinging, somehow, will tattoo the warm drumming of shiro's pulse into his fingers. ]
Come on.
[ rough, abrupt. let's go, he means, weighed with the consciousness of what it might mean to delay. his head's still turned to the door when he says - ]
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but he's never been good at any of those. his grip flexes as he turns, tugs shiro over to his shoes -- less as if he needs the lead and more as if clinging, somehow, will tattoo the warm drumming of shiro's pulse into his fingers. ]
Come on.
[ rough, abrupt. let's go, he means, weighed with the consciousness of what it might mean to delay. his head's still turned to the door when he says - ]
You can't keep working for them.