Black stands up—it's mostly to lean over the table closer to Yosuke, gently touching the bottom of his chin in an effort to guide him to look up. Come on, dear. ]
I really like you, Yosuke. Miss Sigrun called it love, but that's [ a short, embarrassed laugh; red across his face and creeping around the side of his neck ] a little heavy, I think? But I... when I think about going back home and never seeing you again, it feels like there's something trying to claw its way into my chest to make a home there. In a bad way.
[ Black pauses, swallowing hard, then cups Yosuke's cheek softly. Barely there, ghosting it. ]
Not right now doesn't mean never. We're going to live past all of this and have... whatever time we have later on. After all, you wanted me to come back with you, didn't you? [ He's still not sure about how to answer that—every time he thinks he does, it slips out of his grasp.
But Yosuke's right here. And that's all he needs right now. ] I don't want you running headlong into anything though, just because you feel like you want to or need to. I waited so long because I didn't want to mess up we had, and I'm willing to wait again because I don't want either of us to pour salt on open wounds. I love being friends with you—I love being with you, Yosuke. Hanging out, talking, playing arcade games, doing stupid bets for favors...
That's why I can't, in good conscience, kiss you right now. Even if you think you want to. Especially because of that. [ ...that's all.
He'll sit back down, keeping his hands in front of him. Nothing to hide; it isn't the first time he's bared his heart to Yosuke, and it probably won't be the last. ]
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Black stands up—it's mostly to lean over the table closer to Yosuke, gently touching the bottom of his chin in an effort to guide him to look up. Come on, dear. ]
I really like you, Yosuke. Miss Sigrun called it love, but that's [ a short, embarrassed laugh; red across his face and creeping around the side of his neck ] a little heavy, I think? But I... when I think about going back home and never seeing you again, it feels like there's something trying to claw its way into my chest to make a home there. In a bad way.
[ Black pauses, swallowing hard, then cups Yosuke's cheek softly. Barely there, ghosting it. ]
Not right now doesn't mean never. We're going to live past all of this and have... whatever time we have later on. After all, you wanted me to come back with you, didn't you? [ He's still not sure about how to answer that—every time he thinks he does, it slips out of his grasp.
But Yosuke's right here. And that's all he needs right now. ] I don't want you running headlong into anything though, just because you feel like you want to or need to. I waited so long because I didn't want to mess up we had, and I'm willing to wait again because I don't want either of us to pour salt on open wounds. I love being friends with you—I love being with you, Yosuke. Hanging out, talking, playing arcade games, doing stupid bets for favors...
That's why I can't, in good conscience, kiss you right now. Even if you think you want to. Especially because of that. [ ...that's all.
He'll sit back down, keeping his hands in front of him. Nothing to hide; it isn't the first time he's bared his heart to Yosuke, and it probably won't be the last. ]
I hope you can forgive me for this, too.