... Then, I'm going to hold you to that. You better not lose your nerve along the way.
[the sentimental, stubborn part of white thinks, of course i'll win. he crawled his way through life to reach where he is, against all the odds.
the weaker, uncertain part of him wavers. because for all those years, he "survived", rather than lived. he'd desperately scavenged for a scrap of the normal, happy life he'd been denied since birth, and to the very end, he was never able to obtain it.]
[he blinks, caught off-guard by that statement. you've got people to go back to—it's not a sentiment he expected. the idea that anyone would be hoping for him to make it is...]
mineo's kindness—the reminder that there are actually people now who would care if he got hurt—threatens to overwhelm him, and so on instinct, he abruptly pulls himself away from mineo.
it's a testament that he's getting at least a little adjusted to this, though, that after a pause, he manages to mumble out—]
[ . . . . he just huffs out a breath, chilling out after that a little. he doesn't mind if white pulls away and just lets his thumbs hook into his pockets instead, expression softening]
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[he shrugs]
We can both win, you know. So that means that we're going to.
[he's not sure he'd be able to accept otherwise]
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[the sentimental, stubborn part of white thinks, of course i'll win. he crawled his way through life to reach where he is, against all the odds.
the weaker, uncertain part of him wavers. because for all those years, he "survived", rather than lived. he'd desperately scavenged for a scrap of the normal, happy life he'd been denied since birth, and to the very end, he was never able to obtain it.]
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... No. Not this time. I'll see it through. I have to go home.
[and he won't shy away from that]
You've got people to go back to, too.
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... I guess, yeah.
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[he couldn't quite grasp all of it but... he thinks that he got the important parts maybe]
They'd probably miss you like crazy if - [a beat] Well, they won't have to. Still, it's important to avoid that.
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[some of them might be sad just out of basic decency, but the one person who'd probably legitimately mourn him—well.]
Not that I plan on losing.
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Then I'd miss you.
Knowing that something might happen to you makes me crazy mad - so know that at least.
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mineo's kindness—the reminder that there are actually people now who would care if he got hurt—threatens to overwhelm him, and so on instinct, he abruptly pulls himself away from mineo.
it's a testament that he's getting at least a little adjusted to this, though, that after a pause, he manages to mumble out—]
... Thanks.
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... Yeah.
Of course, White-kun. Just don't forget it.
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... As long as you don't either. Idiot.