[ It's not a lie, exactly. He's sad, and on edge, sharp with his worry and breathless from the flood of concern. He hasn't really rested since the fight itself, and his need to take care of Tsurumaru is almost as agonising as his body's desperate demands for him to take it easy and pause, but all of that seems to rush out of him with a pulse of one heartbeat to the next.
Leaning in, he sinks down, lower and lower, until he is pressing his face into the space beside Tsurumaru, his free hand gripping the sword on his lap like it's the only thing keeping him stable. ]
Tsuru... I was...
[ Afraid. Frightened. Scared. His fingers grip at the sheets, and he squeezes his eyes shut. ]
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[ It's not a lie, exactly. He's sad, and on edge, sharp with his worry and breathless from the flood of concern. He hasn't really rested since the fight itself, and his need to take care of Tsurumaru is almost as agonising as his body's desperate demands for him to take it easy and pause, but all of that seems to rush out of him with a pulse of one heartbeat to the next.
Leaning in, he sinks down, lower and lower, until he is pressing his face into the space beside Tsurumaru, his free hand gripping the sword on his lap like it's the only thing keeping him stable. ]
Tsuru... I was...
[ Afraid. Frightened. Scared. His fingers grip at the sheets, and he squeezes his eyes shut. ]
I love you.