[ i kept ichiro goodboy goodboyson from getting kissed until the literal last day at 3 am do you think i cannot do it again this time

anyway. he will allow yves to take his hand, pulled free of his hiding place, and he frowns at him as he finally sets the book down. his face is, and probably will continue to be, red, but the look on his face is thoughtful, a little troubled. like always, he takes what yves says into careful consideration, even if his own hesitation reads on his face. ]

I... suppose so. [ mmf. ] I don't know that it has truly reached that point - though... I suppose I don't really know what that point is, either.

[ on top of the experience, there's a block there like a wall of his circumstance. ]

It just does not feel fair to anyone.