[Bedivere wanted to argue, to protest that it was his fault, if he had followed Artoria's orders then none of this would have happened.
But that touch was gentle, and those words reassuring. It was hard to keep berating himself when such warmth existed right in front of him.
(How long had it been since he had been with someone who could pull him out of those self-depreciating spirals?)
He exhaled, closing his eyes. He also pressed his face against Dazai's hand, craving that physical contact. It was rare for him to be treated so gently, and he was soaking it right up. He might even cry for real, if he weren't careful.]
...thank you.
[He could get that actual meaning, and it made his heart feel warm too.
(He really, really wanted to kiss Dazai there. But he held back, respecting Dazai's previous words about it.)]
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But that touch was gentle, and those words reassuring. It was hard to keep berating himself when such warmth existed right in front of him.
(How long had it been since he had been with someone who could pull him out of those self-depreciating spirals?)
He exhaled, closing his eyes. He also pressed his face against Dazai's hand, craving that physical contact. It was rare for him to be treated so gently, and he was soaking it right up. He might even cry for real, if he weren't careful.]
...thank you.
[He could get that actual meaning, and it made his heart feel warm too.
(He really, really wanted to kiss Dazai there. But he held back, respecting Dazai's previous words about it.)]