saitou let out a sigh. "my wife is away for personal reasons.." he offered. "hnn.." his eyes fell down to his legs. "well, shes away because of me.." his voice lowered a bit and he coughed and took the tea soujirou was offering to him.
He didn't care to talk about that, either. Saitou stood and made his way over to the window where soujirou had been sitting when he first came in, and glanced down at the streets of kyoto. All the lanterns were lit, happy couples and laughing groups walking down the streets. vendors trying to sell the last bit of their things before the hour was too late and they had to pack up.
It was one of those nights okita would have liked to have been taken out on. He'd always enjoyed watching the people, but was too ill for sometime in the end to ever go out.
"you should go out at night and enjoy the city..." saitou said absently, his eyes turning away from the happy faces to the nighttime sky, and the large yellow moon. "you should enjoy what you can while you have the time.."
His words seemed like advice to him, but for who? he wondered if this feeling that he'd never be happy again.. if going home and crying into a cold futon.. if losing the taste for his duty were insults to okita's memory. Souji would have never tolerated such silly things from saitou when he were alive.
Hajime searched the sky. "do you ever miss shishio?" he asked, not a warm wondering tone, but flat. He wasn't very good with intimate talks.
So caught up in the moon, he didnt even notice his tea cup leaning down, and finally the hot tea seeping into his white shirt. He growled absently and glanced down at the large brown stain.
He didn't care to talk about that, either. Saitou stood and made his way over to the window where soujirou had been sitting when he first came in, and glanced down at the streets of kyoto. All the lanterns were lit, happy couples and laughing groups walking down the streets. vendors trying to sell the last bit of their things before the hour was too late and they had to pack up.
It was one of those nights okita would have liked to have been taken out on. He'd always enjoyed watching the people, but was too ill for sometime in the end to ever go out.
"you should go out at night and enjoy the city..." saitou said absently, his eyes turning away from the happy faces to the nighttime sky, and the large yellow moon. "you should enjoy what you can while you have the time.."
His words seemed like advice to him, but for who? he wondered if this feeling that he'd never be happy again.. if going home and crying into a cold futon.. if losing the taste for his duty were insults to okita's memory. Souji would have never tolerated such silly things from saitou when he were alive.
Hajime searched the sky. "do you ever miss shishio?" he asked, not a warm wondering tone, but flat. He wasn't very good with intimate talks.
So caught up in the moon, he didnt even notice his tea cup leaning down, and finally the hot tea seeping into his white shirt. He growled absently and glanced down at the large brown stain.