[Hanzo's breath is hot against his frame; the last time they were this close, this warm, they were probably locked in some passionate and single-minded tangle beneath the sheets or against a wall. It is not that this embrace leaves him cold now, far from it, but suddenly there seem to be one thousand and one complexities hidden within it that cast long shadows across his heart.
He cannot remember feeling this lost within himself since Mondatta's death, and the thought is as unsettling as it is reassuring, in some unhelpful philosophical sense. Each conflict is life, he thinks, it is an affirmation. I am unsure; therefore I am.
That does not make it any easier.
The cab is pulling into familiar streets now. He nestles closer all the same, even knowing that in a matter of minutes they will have to part- each second is precious.]
I know I would. My heart would know yours wherever they met. [He does not think about whether Hanzo's would, in turn. It is easier that way, and kinder to the both of them not to presume.
All the same, he aches.] ... I understand, of course. In another life, perhaps...
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He cannot remember feeling this lost within himself since Mondatta's death, and the thought is as unsettling as it is reassuring, in some unhelpful philosophical sense. Each conflict is life, he thinks, it is an affirmation. I am unsure; therefore I am.
That does not make it any easier.
The cab is pulling into familiar streets now. He nestles closer all the same, even knowing that in a matter of minutes they will have to part- each second is precious.]
I know I would. My heart would know yours wherever they met. [He does not think about whether Hanzo's would, in turn. It is easier that way, and kinder to the both of them not to presume.
All the same, he aches.] ... I understand, of course. In another life, perhaps...