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-Got dumped again? - Jigen asked, even though he already knew the answer. He knew those red eyes, that mischievous grin of Lupin's (his trademark-- gone, nowhere to be seen) replaced by a simple smile, his sleeves wet and tie undone... He knew them all.
Still, he always got the same answer.
-No. What makes you think that?
But he knew, oh, he knew, how he would admit it sooner or later, how he would jump into his arms and cry for a while, how he would wet his shoulders and his oh-so-expensive jacket, how he would kiss him, hug him back, and try to not get too carried away, Lupin knew Jigen was very sensitive when it came to crying.
And Jigen knew, he knew that he'd forget about it the next day, that he was already tipsy and was planning on drinking a bit more (and by that, he meant he'd drink himself to death), that Lupin was gonna cry and cry, until he got tired of it and decided to just lie his head on Jigen's shoulder and sigh, asking for attention (asking for affection). Lupin knew Jigen would give up and grant his wishes, that he would kiss his hands and wrists and then he would kiss his lips again and again, he knows he'll never grow tired of that.
He knows.