[mineo's feelings almost threaten to drown him, in their volume and sincerity. he doesn't know what to do with them, but in the end, maybe he doesn't need to—because the answer, really, is nothing.
he senses that uncertainty, and he can take a guess as to why it exists. all he can try to do in return—however quickly it passes—is present mineo with understanding and acceptance. he doesn't expect anything from this. he's aware that no matter how he feels, or how mineo might even feel, it wouldn't work out. not in this place, and not under the circumstances in which they came here.
if mineo hadn't pressed him on it back then, he'd never have said anything to begin with. at least, not until the end, when mineo wouldn't feel pressured to think about it.
white is already gone. if not before his death, then with it. ultimately, he made his choice. when he stood there before lucifer, he knew that he was forfeiting any rights he had left—to a future, to happiness.
and there's a flicker of bittersweet melancholy, for the life that never was. white would be lying if he said a part of him didn't wish for something more selfish than this. but when all is said and done, he's a pragmatist; he adapts to work with the reality he's given. here, the truth is simple: this is as far as things will ever go. he's not foolish enough to ask for more, whether it be from mineo or the world.
all he can do is echo that fondness and gratitude, because regardless of what mineo has done today, it's overshadowed without question by everything else he's done these past weeks. far from perfect, and so utterly frustrating, but still one of the most empathetic, thoughtful, and hardworking people white has ever met.]
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he senses that uncertainty, and he can take a guess as to why it exists. all he can try to do in return—however quickly it passes—is present mineo with understanding and acceptance. he doesn't expect anything from this. he's aware that no matter how he feels, or how mineo might even feel, it wouldn't work out. not in this place, and not under the circumstances in which they came here.
if mineo hadn't pressed him on it back then, he'd never have said anything to begin with. at least, not until the end, when mineo wouldn't feel pressured to think about it.
white is already gone. if not before his death, then with it. ultimately, he made his choice. when he stood there before lucifer, he knew that he was forfeiting any rights he had left—to a future, to happiness.
and there's a flicker of bittersweet melancholy, for the life that never was. white would be lying if he said a part of him didn't wish for something more selfish than this. but when all is said and done, he's a pragmatist; he adapts to work with the reality he's given. here, the truth is simple: this is as far as things will ever go. he's not foolish enough to ask for more, whether it be from mineo or the world.
all he can do is echo that fondness and gratitude, because regardless of what mineo has done today, it's overshadowed without question by everything else he's done these past weeks. far from perfect, and so utterly frustrating, but still one of the most empathetic, thoughtful, and hardworking people white has ever met.]
... That should be my line.