[He hadn't imagined that Sakuma was capable of that expression. Sakuma had a gentle side, though he tried to deny it; knowing it was there and getting occasional glimpses was part of what made Kidou so protective of him. But even Kidou hadn't realized just how gentle that side could be.
He's even more glad for his decision to be here now. They've known each other for so long, and yet... they didn't know each other well enough. Kidou quickly corrects that; he clearly didn't know Sakuma well enough. Sakuma could always read Kidou like a book, but Kidou couldn't say the same.
It's the same problem that led to Shin Teikoku.
Hearing that, his expression shifts a bit more, that smile growing to match his tone. It's one thing to believe, with all his heart, that Sakuma trusts him just as much as Kidou trusts Sakuma, but it's another to have that confirmed in such a way.
He'd had the feeling this was something that only a privileged few had any right to see, and now Kidou is among those few! It's an added salve to a wound he'd considered long healed, smoothing away lingering soreness.]
Thank you for showing me.
[Kidou you could, you know, return the favor.
But of course, that doesn't even seem to occur to him. He seems content to treasure the moment as it is without making it an even exchange. Helpful analysis of the broader scope of what they're doing - lying in bed staring into each other's eyes (or goggle lenses, respectively) - probably isn't something Kidou can afford to contemplate closely enough for that level of evaluation.
His own eyes close behind his goggles, though the smile doesn't fade. He breathes in a little deeper, though he's far from asleep. It's hard to put this feeling into words - or rather, he sure has words there-
This isn't getting less strange. I can feel his breath, we're that close. I can't deny it's hard to not fixate on details like that. But, despite that, I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be right now. I'm glad that it's Sakuma here with me. The trust he has in me... I'm truly honored by that. He's the best friend I could ever hope for.
- but all those lovely sentiments never make it past his own internal monologue.]
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He's even more glad for his decision to be here now. They've known each other for so long, and yet... they didn't know each other well enough. Kidou quickly corrects that; he clearly didn't know Sakuma well enough. Sakuma could always read Kidou like a book, but Kidou couldn't say the same.
It's the same problem that led to Shin Teikoku.
Hearing that, his expression shifts a bit more, that smile growing to match his tone. It's one thing to believe, with all his heart, that Sakuma trusts him just as much as Kidou trusts Sakuma, but it's another to have that confirmed in such a way.
He'd had the feeling this was something that only a privileged few had any right to see, and now Kidou is among those few! It's an added salve to a wound he'd considered long healed, smoothing away lingering soreness.]
Thank you for showing me.
[Kidou you could, you know, return the favor.
But of course, that doesn't even seem to occur to him. He seems content to treasure the moment as it is without making it an even exchange. Helpful analysis of the broader scope of what they're doing - lying in bed staring into each other's eyes (or goggle lenses, respectively) - probably isn't something Kidou can afford to contemplate closely enough for that level of evaluation.
His own eyes close behind his goggles, though the smile doesn't fade. He breathes in a little deeper, though he's far from asleep. It's hard to put this feeling into words - or rather, he sure has words there-
This isn't getting less strange. I can feel his breath, we're that close. I can't deny it's hard to not fixate on details like that. But, despite that, I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be right now. I'm glad that it's Sakuma here with me. The trust he has in me... I'm truly honored by that. He's the best friend I could ever hope for.
- but all those lovely sentiments never make it past his own internal monologue.]