Saitou had folded his arms and stood back a bit as soujirou gathered handfuls of petals.
"and so sad..." though the boy had his back to hajime, he watched the petals drift off from his hands and a more meloncholy silcence than hajime would have had from the boy at this nice place.
His hands were struggling with his eyes, and saitou's own eyes went sadly to the petals at his feet.
Should he have not brought the boy here? He'd known soujirou was an emotional wreck.. though nothing wrong with emotions if they didnt get in the way of fighting.. and he'd like to think the boy would never have to kill again.
Laughter from couples walking outside the park, and the futile wiping motions hajime saw as he stared over soujirou's back. He may have grown up a bit, but he was still a child. Not like souji. Souji had a certain innocence about him. Soujirou had only youhtlost sadness. Where souji had been encouraged to be childish, soujirou had had his childhood taken away from him before it ever began.
Hajime felt a tightness in his chest. At first he thought to pull out a cigarette and ignore the boys tears, but he figured perhaps that's what everyone else in soujirou's life had done. You cant heal if you never get the chance..
He walked a few feet closer and hung an arm around soujirou in a nonchalant easy way, pulling the boy closer to his warm body. he stared up at the cherry blossoms falling down, making sure to avoid soujirou with his eyes so as not to make him feel awkard.
Saitou coughed and stared up with his arm around soujirou and the pink petals falling into both their hair.
"it's okay.." he offered.
"and so sad..." though the boy had his back to hajime, he watched the petals drift off from his hands and a more meloncholy silcence than hajime would have had from the boy at this nice place.
His hands were struggling with his eyes, and saitou's own eyes went sadly to the petals at his feet.
Should he have not brought the boy here? He'd known soujirou was an emotional wreck.. though nothing wrong with emotions if they didnt get in the way of fighting.. and he'd like to think the boy would never have to kill again.
Laughter from couples walking outside the park, and the futile wiping motions hajime saw as he stared over soujirou's back. He may have grown up a bit, but he was still a child. Not like souji. Souji had a certain innocence about him. Soujirou had only youhtlost sadness. Where souji had been encouraged to be childish, soujirou had had his childhood taken away from him before it ever began.
Hajime felt a tightness in his chest. At first he thought to pull out a cigarette and ignore the boys tears, but he figured perhaps that's what everyone else in soujirou's life had done. You cant heal if you never get the chance..
He walked a few feet closer and hung an arm around soujirou in a nonchalant easy way, pulling the boy closer to his warm body. he stared up at the cherry blossoms falling down, making sure to avoid soujirou with his eyes so as not to make him feel awkard.
Saitou coughed and stared up with his arm around soujirou and the pink petals falling into both their hair.
"it's okay.." he offered.