Comprehension was so overrated sometimes.
Love, laughter; things this person was personifying on a daily basis.
Rin never could understand.
What was worse, was that he never felt like he had to. It took only a smile and an outstretched hand to give Rin the opportunity to feel ,rather than understand. And it was the feeling that made him find himself so lost somewhere in his own body.
Looking up at green eyes that reminded him of all that was pure, loved and nurturing, he found himself unable to escape what he was being given with no conditions.
Love.
Acceptance.
Patience.
For someone who knew nothing of anything but speed, Makoto allowed time to slow down for him. He caught his breath and held it with him, wanted it to last longer. Wanted his fingers on Rin's back to stay, for his cheek to stay pressed against the nape of his neck.
His arms slowly wound around Makoto's neck, feeling strength as well as scars.
Proverbial wounds inflicted from long ago, and he realized,
Makoto was damaged.
Damaged beyond complete recovery, forever holding fear and insecurities on his shoulders just as Rin did. With his body pressed to Makoto's, he felt a steady heartbeat thumping against his skin. His own was in unison, forming a rhythm of solitude. A song of comfort and assurance. He turned his head to press half of his face into his hair and breathed him in.
His scent, his warmth, his very essence that was wonderful, large and all-encompassing. It felt like he was holding onto an angel; a being both strong but so very fragile.
He didn't want to let go.
A sob wracked his form and Rin's fingers tightened over his shoulders.
Please don't
You can stay
I want to stay
Here
With you.
Rin didn't feel the moment Makoto's arms around him tightened, or when he turned his head to nuzzle into his throat. He only recognized he was there when soft lips he only knew with his eyes were pressing against his pulse, finding their beloved beat there as well.
"Makoto."
He breathed his name like a prayer, a blessing.
A mere name left him undone, a mess. Unable to let go or bare being parted from this warmth. From someone he could love and be loved by.
Rin didn't care about anything, only holding Makoto to him by the back of his head. His mind was wiped clean,a perfect white that only his image could not sully.
Because Makoto had done nothing to him but be there.
There was nothing about him that would make him frown, chew on his lip or worry.
Makoto was perfect, broken and cracked in all ways, and he fit right in Rin's head space.
Would anyone want another damaged person as their support? Someone who could break and crumble, someone with weakness.
It would have been laughable in the period he was away from this person, but now—
He understood, and comprehension became something familiar for once.
Makoto was there to fill in the cracks Rin had.
He exhaled, head barely above the water even as Makoto had sunk beneath and his arms tightened around Rin enough that he was sure nothing could separate them.
Rin would be the one to fill in Makoto's cracks.
No matter how far down they sank, they wouldn't drown.
Love…
Love was having each other.
And Rin finally let himself get dragged under.
