[and there it is again—the agitation, worry, and dread, followed by a fearful hope against a backdrop of exhaustion and aching for something that never was.]
[a scoff, though not aimed at mineo in particular.]
Well, the first plan is to stop the universe from ending.
[... which is far from a sure thing, but white is choosing to believe it'll work out—because if he can't do that much, then there's no point in even holding on here.]
[ . . . . oh. he leaves the curry to stew for a second then, leaving it behind as he goes to check on white. there's a sort of understanding in his chest, coupled with a concern]
.... hey.
[he reaches out again - this time to try to just catch white's hand]
... Well, it's not like any of us thought it'd be forever here. Going our separate ways was inevitable.
[nothing lasts. that's one thing white has learned well in his long life, after outliving almost everything and everyone he's known—even those that seemed as though they would never disappear.
...
he opens his mouth again, before the awkwardness burns up and he closes it, because what he was about to say definitely toed the line of being platonic.]
[ . . . . there's a little furrow of his brow at that, confusion mixed with curiosity - and he'll just squeeze white's hand again. this time aiming for encouraging]
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anyway mineo will go back to chopping the veggies now]
... yeah?
You have to go back to help someone important to you, right?
[from what he remembers]
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... Something like that, yeah.
[well. that's assuming he manages to get what he wants in the first place, at least.]
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And then - what happens after that?
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That's the million-dollar question.
[and there it is again—the agitation, worry, and dread, followed by a fearful hope against a backdrop of exhaustion and aching for something that never was.]
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... no plans?
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Well, the first plan is to stop the universe from ending.
[... which is far from a sure thing, but white is choosing to believe it'll work out—because if he can't do that much, then there's no point in even holding on here.]
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Solid plan.
And I thought that my home situation was rough....
[it was not.]
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Well, at least I don't have to solve murders or shit.
[just figure out his own life, if everything manages to settle down.]
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[ . . . . he looks thoughtful about that for a second before he goes to put more of the curry ingredients together]
.... were you thinking about how much you'd miss Endorsi?
[giving the longing and the loneliness earlier]
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he just
gives mineo a dead look]
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Shut up.
[...]
And why would you name just Endorsi there?
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Well, she was the one you were talking to....?
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God, I hate you.
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he pauses at that and his heart does a stutter before he can think better of it, face flushing a bit as he looks away]
I don't.... want to make assumptions....?
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[the loneliness is there for a lot of reasons, but that much is the truth, as difficult as it is to get the words out.]
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.... hey.
[he reaches out again - this time to try to just catch white's hand]
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... You don't need to keep dropping everything you're doing.
[just because white happens to have an emotion.]
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[i'm not looking up a curry recipe to figure out how long 'a bit' is
but mineo's just going to keep holding onto his hand then! and he'll give it a squeeze]
.... I don't really have anything I can say. I haven't figured it out for myself either.
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[nothing lasts. that's one thing white has learned well in his long life, after outliving almost everything and everyone he's known—even those that seemed as though they would never disappear.
...
he opens his mouth again, before the awkwardness burns up and he closes it, because what he was about to say definitely toed the line of being platonic.]
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... what were you going to say?
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definitely not looking at mineo, as he turns just slightly red.]
Nothing you need to hear.
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And if it's something I want to hear?
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