A flash of crimson and cadenced clicking, I love you's spoken from the tips of fingers. It's easier this way, when I don't have to control my voice.
I appreciate you texting me, but I want to hear it for myself, Ritsuka.
One day. He is a mere boy, still stumbling in the game of life, so helpless in commanding his own tongue. Soubi isn't usually the type to wait, but he knows Ritsuka will confess verbally soon enough.
Until then, he is reassured by the words on his screen.