It seemed too easy.
All he had to do was lean over and that was it. A little sticky, roughened, the slight curl of shoulders tensing. He tilted his head back and grinned. "You're taking this rather well."
Hazel eyes blinked rapidly, peering at the vicinity of his chin. I hope you never get taller, he mused, fingers skimming lightly across taunt muscles at the base of the neck and sliding off the shoulder. But it wasn't even really about the height. Those eyes looked up at him, narrowing in confusion and a sprinkle of apprehension.
He hadn't really thought about it in much detail. Whether or not there was anything riding on this simple action, the chance that he might lose everything they took for granted from the easy laughter they reveled in within the shared sphere of their world.
Even now, standing side by side, their worlds stretched, expanded, spun off into different directions.
Quiet clink of settling ice.
"I don't even know what I'm doing here." Sawaki sighed, blond hair sweeping away from his eyes as he squinted at the pulse of gentle light along the pavement.
It was a familiar movement, one Kei grew up watching.
He had watched his phone flicker, flashing SAWAKI. He had wanted to pick up, to say good morning, good afternoon, good night, like every day of their lives before this. He waited until it hit voice mail before looking away. This was a conscious movement, a deliberate yanking on the chains that bound them together. They've had their chance at their together-forever.
Change and separation steadily fermenting in them, accumulating favor and difference and opportunities they wouldn't have been able to see through the shared lens of their existence. There was so much more to be gained than what they risked to lose.
He smiled and sipped his tea.
"You'll be alright."