[ In that way, at least, Ryoji and Yu might be a little bit the same. Yu always had a feeling of ghosting through his own life, never able to make the real connections he so craved. Unlike his brother, Yu actually sought out real connections. But he'd ruin them, or get torn away from them, every time. It's been a life spent outside the glass looking in, at love and friendship and camaraderie, and trying to ignore the pain in his heart that came from wanting to be inside that room, to be part of that kind of life, so badly. He's loved, too, but clumsily, too late, or from afar.
A connection like this wasn't something he really expected to ever make. Not someone like him.
What could he do but stay? Stay here, in this room he and Ryoji have made, for once standing on the other side of the glass?
Yu's eyes flick to their joined hands before moving back to Ryoji's face, his brow furrowing slightly in thought. ]
... it's not home, but why don't we stay here for a while? Just you and I. We can watch the sky together.
cracks my knuckles i'm back
A connection like this wasn't something he really expected to ever make. Not someone like him.
What could he do but stay? Stay here, in this room he and Ryoji have made, for once standing on the other side of the glass?
Yu's eyes flick to their joined hands before moving back to Ryoji's face, his brow furrowing slightly in thought. ]
... it's not home, but why don't we stay here for a while? Just you and I. We can watch the sky together.