[There was no argument, just Kakyoin getting up to close the distance and sit next to Polnareff, gripping his hand like a lifeline.]
...I'm sorry.
[It was quiet and sincere, the kind of apology that sounded like it came less from the confident Kakyoin and more from an uncertain and quiet child that had never had friends to apologize to before.]
[He threaded their fingers together, returning that grip just as tightly as he received it.]
Yeah.
[He wasn't angry. Maybe he had cause to be and maybe he didn't, but Polnareff had too many other things to worry about to start getting angry about this. That being said, nor could he brush off that apology as entirely unnecessary. Kakyoin had given it, and Polnareff acknowledged it, and that was the end of it. He tipped his head back, staring up at nothing, as he leaned over and pressed their shoulders together.]
It'd . . . it'd take a lot to make me stop being your friend, Noriaki. And most of it isn't something you'd ever, ever do willingly.
[He took another slow breath and closed his eyes, trying to calm down the uncomfortable writhing of something he still refused to let manifest paired with the nervous pounding of his heart.]
I don't want anyone else to go through what we did. Ever. No one deserves that.
[He shook his head. He was grinning now-- not because he was so happy, but because it was such a relief to talk about something so mundane after all that.]
Buccellati. I've been dying to kiss him for about a month now.
If he doesn't, he's gonna soon, the way I keep acting around him. But I think he's flirting back, so it works out. We keep making excuses to see each other.
[That assurance was worth more than he could say. The fear hadn't faded, not one bit, though it was easier to say to Kakyoin than it had been to Giorno or Jotaro.]
He's learning French for me. I didn't even ask him to, he just-- he said, I want to learn it and two weeks later he's got some basic shit down already.
It's a really direct, sexy way to say I want you. Or at least, it is in French-- you wouldn't say that unless you were trying to sleep with someone-- and he said that was the equivalent, so.
...Really? Giorno told me ti voglio bene was the friendship equivalent of 'I love you', while ti amo was the romantic variant. What a weird minor detail.
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[There was no argument, just Kakyoin getting up to close the distance and sit next to Polnareff, gripping his hand like a lifeline.]
...I'm sorry.
[It was quiet and sincere, the kind of apology that sounded like it came less from the confident Kakyoin and more from an uncertain and quiet child that had never had friends to apologize to before.]
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Yeah.
[He wasn't angry. Maybe he had cause to be and maybe he didn't, but Polnareff had too many other things to worry about to start getting angry about this. That being said, nor could he brush off that apology as entirely unnecessary. Kakyoin had given it, and Polnareff acknowledged it, and that was the end of it. He tipped his head back, staring up at nothing, as he leaned over and pressed their shoulders together.]
It'd . . . it'd take a lot to make me stop being your friend, Noriaki. And most of it isn't something you'd ever, ever do willingly.
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[He took another slow breath and closed his eyes, trying to calm down the uncomfortable writhing of something he still refused to let manifest paired with the nervous pounding of his heart.]
I don't want anyone else to go through what we did. Ever. No one deserves that.
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[For once, the answer wasn't caveated by anything, even in his mind.]
You okay?
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I'm alright. What about you?
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Yeah. I think so. Though I dunno how much more I can talk about emotional stuff, so maybe let's save any other revelations for another night.
[He still didn't let go of Kakyoin's hand, though.]
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I do. Not something worse, but it's something stupid you don't know yet.
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[Kakyoin looked over as well,hesitant but a little curious.]
I'm still listening, if you want to talk about it.
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[He shook his head. He was grinning now-- not because he was so happy, but because it was such a relief to talk about something so mundane after all that.]
Buccellati. I've been dying to kiss him for about a month now.
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[It didn't sound like he actually doubted it--surprised as he was by that, Kakyoin brightened up almost immediately.]
Does he know yet?
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[He shook his head.]
If he doesn't, he's gonna soon, the way I keep acting around him. But I think he's flirting back, so it works out. We keep making excuses to see each other.
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[He squeezed Polnareff's hand lightly, in silent reassurance.]
Buccellati's clever and pretty perceptive, though. I think you're right to suspect he might know already.
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He's learning French for me. I didn't even ask him to, he just-- he said, I want to learn it and two weeks later he's got some basic shit down already.
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Seriously? That's pretty cool--at this rate everyone in the house is going to end up with at least three different languages.
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[A beat, and then, with a little grin:]
You wanna know what else he taught me how to say in Italian?
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[Remember when Bruno was like don't tell anyone I preferred it in French? Oh, well.]
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gdit html
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[he's trying.]
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S-so if that's the phrase he focused on...that's good, right?
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