If that was so, then at least they would still have one another. He had yet to meet very many people, and honestly he wasn't interested in getting to know them at this time. The boy was still wrapping his mind around the loss of two more friends of theirs, something he dared not mention to Shun. There was plenty Shun was dealing with already, he didn't need that on his shoulders as well.
And Satoru was getting ridiculously good at lying even to his closest friends, if it meant easing their own worries. Though he failed rather spectacularly when it came to Maria. Shun was the intellect of their group, Mamoru the heart, he the strength, Saki the leader, and Maria the caretaker. When they were younger he felt so confident because he had his friends by his side, and they could take on the world together. But the world fought back hard and now he had no idea what would happen in the future.
Even with Shun back in his arms, he couldn't rid himself of that feeling of fear and loneliness. Even if they made it home what was he going to do? What where they going to do in this world and why had they really been brought here? And could he even be sure he had his friend back? So many questions where lurking in the dark recesses of his mind.
But that was where they would stay, especially now.
Because despite not knowing where they stood, Satoru knew his own feelings. And he wanted to give Shun that release, to break, to cry, to scream...whatever it took to ease him of that darkness in his heart he had failed to notice before. If anyone was being selfish it was Satoru himself, for not being willing to divulge his own sorrow, but all too willing to take on his ex-boyfriends.
At the feeling of that trembling he pulled him in even closer, one hand moving up his back as the other remained securely around his waist. He remained like this, even as the sudden shout caught him off guard, his eyes turning towards the other boy, his eyebrows tensing, but not once even thinking about letting go or pulling away.
"Hm...?" He wasn't sure he really wanted to ask, but he felt a need to know. “What do you mean?” He whispered, barely audible to anyone other than the one he was speaking too.
Yuki looked on, glancing between his master and Shun before turning to Michiko in the hope that she had some answers or at least a hint of insight into the situation. It was obvious his new owner wasn’t upset in the negative way, but now the other boy was yelling and looked about to start crying again. “Kupoooo…” he murmured under his breath, the pom pom on top of his head lowering.
What can he do to help or should he even interfere?
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And Satoru was getting ridiculously good at lying even to his closest friends, if it meant easing their own worries. Though he failed rather spectacularly when it came to Maria. Shun was the intellect of their group, Mamoru the heart, he the strength, Saki the leader, and Maria the caretaker. When they were younger he felt so confident because he had his friends by his side, and they could take on the world together. But the world fought back hard and now he had no idea what would happen in the future.
Even with Shun back in his arms, he couldn't rid himself of that feeling of fear and loneliness. Even if they made it home what was he going to do? What where they going to do in this world and why had they really been brought here? And could he even be sure he had his friend back? So many questions where lurking in the dark recesses of his mind.
But that was where they would stay, especially now.
Because despite not knowing where they stood, Satoru knew his own feelings. And he wanted to give Shun that release, to break, to cry, to scream...whatever it took to ease him of that darkness in his heart he had failed to notice before. If anyone was being selfish it was Satoru himself, for not being willing to divulge his own sorrow, but all too willing to take on his ex-boyfriends.
At the feeling of that trembling he pulled him in even closer, one hand moving up his back as the other remained securely around his waist. He remained like this, even as the sudden shout caught him off guard, his eyes turning towards the other boy, his eyebrows tensing, but not once even thinking about letting go or pulling away.
"Hm...?" He wasn't sure he really wanted to ask, but he felt a need to know. “What do you mean?” He whispered, barely audible to anyone other than the one he was speaking too.
Yuki looked on, glancing between his master and Shun before turning to Michiko in the hope that she had some answers or at least a hint of insight into the situation. It was obvious his new owner wasn’t upset in the negative way, but now the other boy was yelling and looked about to start crying again. “Kupoooo…” he murmured under his breath, the pom pom on top of his head lowering.
What can he do to help or should he even interfere?