[He felt ridiculous for apologizing for being scared, but simultaneously Karamatsu had told him before to stop when he got like this. The second born didn't need Ichimatsu's stress on top of his own, and he felt selfish for presenting it to him anyway. Older or otherwise, Karamatsu was obviously not doing much better.]
[He's never been tactile or affectionate but in short bursts, and never with Karamatsu, so the entire thing is a taste of sensory overload. He curls into the arm that wraps around his shoulders and presses his face into Karamatsu's collarbone, ignoring that it's a strange feeling and a strange scent-- Karamatsu wore cologne, and even if Ichimatsu usually complained about it if he had any sort of opinion on it, it wasn't terrible. It smelled like home, and he buried his nose in it and took a steadying breath, stretching a hand out to press against Karamatsu's bouncing knee.]
...we'll. We'll be okay.
[Even if his voice is shaking, and Karamatsu's everything is shaking, and they're not okay right now. They would be.]
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Date: 2016-08-17 12:00 am (UTC)[He's never been tactile or affectionate but in short bursts, and never with Karamatsu, so the entire thing is a taste of sensory overload. He curls into the arm that wraps around his shoulders and presses his face into Karamatsu's collarbone, ignoring that it's a strange feeling and a strange scent-- Karamatsu wore cologne, and even if Ichimatsu usually complained about it if he had any sort of opinion on it, it wasn't terrible. It smelled like home, and he buried his nose in it and took a steadying breath, stretching a hand out to press against Karamatsu's bouncing knee.]
...we'll. We'll be okay.
[Even if his voice is shaking, and Karamatsu's everything is shaking, and they're not okay right now. They would be.]
[Maybe.]