[ keigo had found himself in a similar predicament. his feelings had built up over the course of months, but there was no distinct tipping point in his head. renji had been an entity in keigo's mind for years; something distant and far-off that he never really had to think about much. he didn't know anything about him, other than he had tattoos and was thuggish, and he hadn't even entertained the "what ifs" of getting to know him. but now, keigo could barely envision a day spent without him in some way. either in his thoughts or by his side, keigo always had some part of renji with him.

and no more obvious than the way he was able to pick up on his reiatsu so easily. a part of him that was always nearby, something keigo could practically reach out and touch.

a habit had formed and now he was left addicted.

the heat of shame colored keigo's skin as renji prodded further, his question feeling heavier than keigo would have liked. of course, to be fair, keigo had been the one to open the door in the first place. it was only natural that renji would step in once invited. ]

Mmn, well...

[ keigo breathed out softly, his eyes shutting shortly after. he was silent for a moment as he sought out renji's reiatsu and then brought form to it. the ribbons materialized again and keigo opened his eyes, reaching forward to grasp the only red one there. ]

...Like this.

[ he looked ashamed, positively shy and uncertain as he looked up at renji. a lopsided smile pulled at his lips, his brow knit as though he expected a reprimand. ]

When I feel ... upset or worried, I do this. I find you, I hold onto this until I feel better. So I've already relied on you plenty.