[Iwaizumi sniffs loudly, again stubbornly wiping an escaped tear away. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He hates to meltdown like this, but at least if he’s going to it’s in front of somewhat he trusts (even if he still doesn’t know him all that well). Ren’s tone is half-reassuring, though Iwaizumi can’t help but find it somewhat similar to a threat.]
We better. Or I’ll kick his sorry ass.
[He considers ending the conversation there. He’d like to, he’d really like to, but as much as that’s true, he’s got more words in his throat, and they’re getting harder to choke back by the second. Eventually, he speaks again, but his voice is softer, less angry and more wistful as his eyes go back to the picture.]
It’s stupid, but we’ve never been apart. Forty-one days. [He lets out a weak snort.] Forty-one between our birthdays, and that’s it. Can you believe that?
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[Iwaizumi sniffs loudly, again stubbornly wiping an escaped tear away. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He hates to meltdown like this, but at least if he’s going to it’s in front of somewhat he trusts (even if he still doesn’t know him all that well). Ren’s tone is half-reassuring, though Iwaizumi can’t help but find it somewhat similar to a threat.]
We better. Or I’ll kick his sorry ass.
[He considers ending the conversation there. He’d like to, he’d really like to, but as much as that’s true, he’s got more words in his throat, and they’re getting harder to choke back by the second. Eventually, he speaks again, but his voice is softer, less angry and more wistful as his eyes go back to the picture.]
It’s stupid, but we’ve never been apart. Forty-one days. [He lets out a weak snort.] Forty-one between our birthdays, and that’s it. Can you believe that?
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