[ As fast as it happens, it's gone again, and the disparity is so sharp that he almost forgets to breathe out once he's breathed in. He's sitting, just like she'd ordered, even if he'd stupidly disobeyed. (Not what he's good at.) Between them, the atmosphere charges. Kaname is up, measuring the change in the air with movement. Responsibility. Messer doesn't even compare. Even dropping his arm to rest his hand across his middle, sheets disarrayed there and bunched at all his angles, seems to take forever. His hands are warm and restless, but he's a soldier. He suppresses the urge to move, to figure out how the lay of muscle works, to parse the soft feeling of her skin beneath his fingertips.
Messer's silence says everything: he's not sure what to say now either. Since joining Delta Platoon, all he's done is out of the need to ensure her safety. As a pilot, but also as a person, the lone survivor of the Var's rampage through Marienburg. Messer has carefully upheld the wide margin of space he puts between him and her, depending on her, owing her everything, and yet never wanting to weigh her down with what he could become without her.
Except he tore down that barrier when all he thought he had left was his duty. When his body was all he had left to launch a gambit. It's ironic that now, at this crucial juncture between them, it's not what he has to say that rings clear as a bell in his mind, but something he was told.
I'm too busy with the present...
Of all the times. It coincides with the dip in pressure on the bed as Kaname sits, and Messer looks up, calmer. A ghost of something more sincere passes through his expression as she tries to find words for a question he's long since had the answer to. ]
My apologies, Kaname-san.
[ Again, his wrist tilts, palm tipping politely upwards to her, fingers outstretched. ]
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Messer's silence says everything: he's not sure what to say now either. Since joining Delta Platoon, all he's done is out of the need to ensure her safety. As a pilot, but also as a person, the lone survivor of the Var's rampage through Marienburg. Messer has carefully upheld the wide margin of space he puts between him and her, depending on her, owing her everything, and yet never wanting to weigh her down with what he could become without her.
Except he tore down that barrier when all he thought he had left was his duty. When his body was all he had left to launch a gambit. It's ironic that now, at this crucial juncture between them, it's not what he has to say that rings clear as a bell in his mind, but something he was told.
I'm too busy with the present...
Of all the times. It coincides with the dip in pressure on the bed as Kaname sits, and Messer looks up, calmer. A ghost of something more sincere passes through his expression as she tries to find words for a question he's long since had the answer to. ]
My apologies, Kaname-san.
[ Again, his wrist tilts, palm tipping politely upwards to her, fingers outstretched. ]
Will you stay here with me?