( For all his faults, Kiritsugu is at least, considerate of her. Shuffling her past the door before he walks inside, himself, and closing the sliding door shut behind him.
The privacy does make things easier on him, in a sense. He's no longer beholden to the same restraint he was prior, leaning into her hands with no inclination to resist, and trying to embrace the sensation of her skin caressing his own. It's hardly a good moment, but. If she were happy-- happy to see him, then perhaps he should try to return this in kind. Not that it was something he deserved. In his mind, it very much wasn't. But he was capable of feigning this, for her. )
I never thought I'd see you again.
( His words come out in a muted sob. That much, for him, is a confession in earnest. He hadn't. But the rest? The initiation of contact, the grip of her shoulders and brush of his lips against hers, this time. It's an act all very forced on his part, one meant to contain himself, for her. And in spite of himself, he gently leads her towards the futon. )
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The privacy does make things easier on him, in a sense. He's no longer beholden to the same restraint he was prior, leaning into her hands with no inclination to resist, and trying to embrace the sensation of her skin caressing his own. It's hardly a good moment, but. If she were happy-- happy to see him, then perhaps he should try to return this in kind. Not that it was something he deserved. In his mind, it very much wasn't. But he was capable of feigning this, for her. )
I never thought I'd see you again.
( His words come out in a muted sob. That much, for him, is a confession in earnest. He hadn't. But the rest? The initiation of contact, the grip of her shoulders and brush of his lips against hers, this time. It's an act all very forced on his part, one meant to contain himself, for her. And in spite of himself, he gently leads her towards the futon. )