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There was a silence between them, a silence deep and profound.
They were at Marble sitting in silence. Ryuki was fine with that. They were together and that’s all that mattered, not the case, not the recent scolding from Boss; no, none of that mattered to him,not when it was just him and Date.
They weren't alone but to Ryuki they were. The others were nothing more than background noise to him; they didn’t matter, not right now, right now Date was his center of attention, Date and his ever emerging headache. How long has he been drinking for? Did it even matter? Did he even care? Not really, he was drunk and focusing on Date, he was drunk and for once, he was fine. The silence didn’t bother him, not this time.
Even though there was a conversation, the silence remained.
They were talking. Nonsensical words yet meaningful gestures, both too drunk to fully understand the other. Date was trying to say something, Ryuki was certain, but what was he saying? He tried his best to understand, to decipher the message behind those noises pretending to be words but to no avail. He was too drunk to process, to understand. He didn’t see it coming.
They were drunk and somehow touching. When did that even happen? It was casual at first, sporadic touches here and there, friendly, innocent. A pat in the back, holding his shoulder for support while laughing, nothing to worry about. Then how, how did he end up with Date sprawled all over him, hugging him ? What even was this feeling?
Even though he was suffocating in noise, the silence remained.
He remembered. Memories of a familiar face crossed his mind, remembrance of someone holding him close after their parents death. Yes, that's it: he remembers now. He hadn’t had another's embrace since that day, the day his other half died.
Family long gone, no friend in sight, no one to offer comfort to a grieving boy, just the hopes and dreams of the deceased to carry on.
He was lost. So this was it, wasn't it? He was fucked and he knew. So drunk, so desperate, so pathetic. How could he act this way in front of someone like Mr. Date ? Amazing Mr. Date, caring Mr.Date, handsome Mr.Date, everything Mr.Date. He was so fucked, wasn’t he? So drunk, so desperate, so fucked,so undeserving, so hunted by touches long gone.
“Diyuki arre iu oky?”
White noise comes hand in hand with silence.
They were fine. Someone was saying something, probably Tama. Date was asking or at least trying to. He was okay, he was going to be fine, because he was with Mr. Date and that’s all that mattered. There was an attempt at a conversation, or maybe a goodbye but he didn't know nor care, not tonight not while Saint Sebastian beheld them.
They were there in that instant,together and that’s all that mattered.
They were at Marble sitting, a lot was said.
Yet the silence remained.
Ryuki was fine with that.