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Tetsurou looked around the apartment one last time to make sure he hadn’t left any of his belongings behind. It was a little difficult to see with his shades on, not that he would ever admit that out loud.
No one needed to see how red his eyes were, or the bags under them. Especially not his boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend, he corrected himself.
Kenma was perched on top of the kitchen counter when Tetsurou said, “Well, the last of my stuff just left in the truck, so…”
Kenma looked up from his phone and, after studying Tetsurou’s face, moved off the counter. The older male suddenly felt very self-conscious: Kenma was already quite perceptive, and there was no one he could see through better than Tetsurou.
“Do you want me to call you a cab?”
“Oh, no, that’s fine. I’ll be driving.”
“You shouldn’t drive with sunglasses on, Tetsu.”
Tetsurou chuckled weakly, composure quickly crumbling.
“Oh, haha, don’t worry, I’ll take them off before I start driving. Anyway…"
He rocked on his feet back and forth a little, unsure of what to say to Kenma, who was still looking at him with skepticism.
“Okay”, he finally responded, slowly. “Drive safe and take care.”
“Okay.”
They moved towards each other a little as if they were going to hug, before catching themselves.
Suddenly, Kenma spoke.
“I don’t know what to say, Tetsu. I’ve always been really bad at goodbyes.”
Tetsurou sighed, sounding tired and resigned. He knew that. Kenma had never been particularly good with social conventions, and goodbyes were the worst of those. He tried to smile, to show he understood, but it just made him sadder.
“Yeah, me too.”