[when mineo hugs him, he freezes, the first instinct flaring up being to hit mineo—even if he doesn't do as much in reality.
after a few moments, he relaxes, just slightly.
then, the rest comes pouring through. the discomfort, tangled with warmth. it's followed by everything simmering underneath: the sea of raw anger and hurt, confusion, fear, and doubt, clashing against the concern, devotion, and fondness he has for this idiot responsible for most of these emotions. the exhaustion that's seeped into his bones, when all is washed away.
amidst the whirlwind of emotions that he doesn't know what to do with, though, all he can manage to say is—]
no subject
after a few moments, he relaxes, just slightly.
then, the rest comes pouring through. the discomfort, tangled with warmth. it's followed by everything simmering underneath: the sea of raw anger and hurt, confusion, fear, and doubt, clashing against the concern, devotion, and fondness he has for this idiot responsible for most of these emotions. the exhaustion that's seeped into his bones, when all is washed away.
amidst the whirlwind of emotions that he doesn't know what to do with, though, all he can manage to say is—]
... Your food's gonna get cold.