[ At least Keigo's eyes were dry. Renji could take consolation in that while he waited for Keigo to speak. He couldn't guess what was going on in his head, if he felt better or worse, if he thought his words were encouraging or unreasonable and naive. It was all possible, and honestly he couldn't blame him for whatever he felt. Renji just kept his hands on Keigo's shoulders, as if he were trying to hold him together until he had the composure to do it himself.
His patience was rewarded when Keigo's smile lit up his face and seemed to emit a glow that he could almost feel reflecting inside of him. His grip slackened a little as his muscles uncoil from their anxious tension. Renji gave a short smile back, before Keigo's fingers curled up over his wrists, enclosing them. His grip tightened again at his touch.
Renji nodded sharply, lips setting in a hard, determined line. ]
Any of it.
[ Although after answering his mind, suddenly, unbidden, presented a highlight reel of every obscene image of Keigo that his memory had filed away. Keigo and his flushed skin against pure white lace, and his hot tongue tracing the jagged edges of his tattoos, and his fingertips turning warm and then cold as they worked their way up his chest. He fought to keep the colour off his cheeks, but blood rushed to his face no matter how he willed it anywhere else and painted it a slight shade of pink as he looked askance.
But he meant it. He didn't want to forget anything. Not even that humiliating day on the beach. There were things he wished he could have done differently, but he would never want to forget them. His dissatisfaction drove him, lashing at his heels so he didn't become complacent, so he learned even if he had to have a few more regrets before the lesson sank in.
Besides, in his time with Keigo there was very little he regretted. ]
So if you forget... I'll make you remember.
[ The flush didn't subside, but his gaze turned back from the absent way he cast it aside and on to Keigo, sharpening as he stared at his still too bright eyes. ]
Because this... [ His right hand lifted from his shoulder and created a fist between them that bumped first Keigo's chest and then his own. ] ...exists, no matter what.
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His patience was rewarded when Keigo's smile lit up his face and seemed to emit a glow that he could almost feel reflecting inside of him. His grip slackened a little as his muscles uncoil from their anxious tension. Renji gave a short smile back, before Keigo's fingers curled up over his wrists, enclosing them. His grip tightened again at his touch.
Renji nodded sharply, lips setting in a hard, determined line. ]
Any of it.
[ Although after answering his mind, suddenly, unbidden, presented a highlight reel of every obscene image of Keigo that his memory had filed away. Keigo and his flushed skin against pure white lace, and his hot tongue tracing the jagged edges of his tattoos, and his fingertips turning warm and then cold as they worked their way up his chest. He fought to keep the colour off his cheeks, but blood rushed to his face no matter how he willed it anywhere else and painted it a slight shade of pink as he looked askance.
But he meant it. He didn't want to forget anything. Not even that humiliating day on the beach. There were things he wished he could have done differently, but he would never want to forget them. His dissatisfaction drove him, lashing at his heels so he didn't become complacent, so he learned even if he had to have a few more regrets before the lesson sank in.
Besides, in his time with Keigo there was very little he regretted. ]
So if you forget... I'll make you remember.
[ The flush didn't subside, but his gaze turned back from the absent way he cast it aside and on to Keigo, sharpening as he stared at his still too bright eyes. ]
Because this... [ His right hand lifted from his shoulder and created a fist between them that bumped first Keigo's chest and then his own. ] ...exists, no matter what.