People come and people go, drifting in and out of his life like phantoms. Gentaro's used to it. It's a matter of constants and variables, and he has counted more variables than he can remember. But the constants--those stand out, like a lighthouse in a storm.
He hasn't given up, because Ramuda and Dice depend on him just as much as he depends on them. There is beauty in mutual understanding and support, and Gentaro senses that Riku is much the same. He's honest in all the ways Gentaro isn't. He wonders how Riku can manage it, really, but it's something that's always evaded him. He wonders just how different he would be if he were honest to himself.
So that easy declaration to stay with Gentaro as long as it takes reaches into his chest and curls around his heart. Just as easily as it had taken hold of him, the ghost leaves, and Gentaro lets out a heavy breath. He feels tired all over again, but he manages a slight smile as he looks at Riku. ]
... Has anyone told you that you are particularly stubborn?
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People come and people go, drifting in and out of his life like phantoms. Gentaro's used to it. It's a matter of constants and variables, and he has counted more variables than he can remember. But the constants--those stand out, like a lighthouse in a storm.
He hasn't given up, because Ramuda and Dice depend on him just as much as he depends on them. There is beauty in mutual understanding and support, and Gentaro senses that Riku is much the same. He's honest in all the ways Gentaro isn't. He wonders how Riku can manage it, really, but it's something that's always evaded him. He wonders just how different he would be if he were honest to himself.
So that easy declaration to stay with Gentaro as long as it takes reaches into his chest and curls around his heart. Just as easily as it had taken hold of him, the ghost leaves, and Gentaro lets out a heavy breath. He feels tired all over again, but he manages a slight smile as he looks at Riku. ]
... Has anyone told you that you are particularly stubborn?