[ That stinging pain doesn't ease when he sees Izō as he is. The proud manslayer, his overconfident, boastful, wild friend shouldn't look like this. Ryouma knows he should back off and leave him be, leave him alone for a few moments to compose himself, but again, he never did know when to leave anything alone. He loosens his hold on him and sits back enough so he can brush Izō's bangs back from his forehead and...presses a gentle kiss to it.
God, what is he doing? This is foolish and has to potential to backfire so beautifully on him. Maybe those deeply emotional moments hadn't sobered him up as much as he'd thought. He can't even bring himself to say anything after what he just did, settling instead for giving him a gentle smile before he gets off the bed.
And stumbles, nearly falling over, as he tries to change into something a little more suited for bed than his usual clothing. It's fine. He's fine, he didn't completely eat it, so that's a victory. ]
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God, what is he doing? This is foolish and has to potential to backfire so beautifully on him. Maybe those deeply emotional moments hadn't sobered him up as much as he'd thought. He can't even bring himself to say anything after what he just did, settling instead for giving him a gentle smile before he gets off the bed.
And stumbles, nearly falling over, as he tries to change into something a little more suited for bed than his usual clothing. It's fine. He's fine, he didn't completely eat it, so that's a victory. ]