Their hands sat on Ryohei's lap, entangled like they had been tossed back into the years before. Pupil looked into pupil, searching shortly for the flame they attempted to extinguish. Did they forget? No, or at least it felt like they hadn't. It felt as though nothing had ever went wrong. Forgiveness was impossible, Gokudera told himself before knocking on Ryohei's door. Forgetting is what they both prayed for.
"I love you," Ryohei murmured.
"I love you too," Gokudera replied, crawling closer to the other man. Weren't they teenagers? Hadn't it always been just the two of them in that house, greeting each other with pecks on the lips and leaping into each other's arms?
"I've needed you so badly lately," Ryohei whimpered pathetically.
Gokudera's unoccupied cupped Ryohei's rough face. "I've been here," Gokudera said, slightly frantically. "I love you too much to leave," he wrapped his arms around Ryohei.
"I've missed you too much," Ryohei admitted. "My heart ached, I couldn't sleep, I didn't know it would affect me so much. I didn't know eating would be hard and smiling would stop. I didn't know."
Gokudera pat the back of the man's head. "It's okay," he whispered. "You thought you were making everything better, but it's okay now.
I'll make things better."