[ It's new to him, sure. He doesn't let people even get close enough to him to care about them. He didn't much like others, and keeping to himself was easy. He liked it like that - still did. And then there was Reimi, who he did let in. Just a bit at first. The need to protect, the need to keep safe on a personal level is entirely new, too. Sure, at home he had helped save others - even Josuke. But with them, it was never something personal, it was just something he had to do. With Reimi - it was both.
He was doing this to save her. That's all. It's about Chroma. It was always about Chroma.
That's all it was he keeps reminding himself.
That fear from what he had seen at the lake had pushed him enough that there was nothing, nothing right now that he feared more than losing her. He forgets that his hair and clothing are still wet and sticking to him uncomfortably. He forgets everything other than what he had seen there in the water. It had been so easy for them to pull him in with her. Too easy.
He doesn't deepen the kiss, though she feels her lean into him. And that's how he knows it's actually effective. More effective than just kissing her forehead or holding her could be. He knows he will, though, after he knows that there's no immediate risk. He lingers there for a few more moments. It's - nice, but he pushes that thought deep down.
Then, when he pulls away, he almost regrets it (stop that, he tells himself). A sigh, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against hers. ]
Are you feeling better?
[ His tone is soft, unusually so, even for moments with her. There's the slightest hint of fear and worry, only noticeable when you know him as well as she does. He's never heard himself sound like that before. He's usually so confident in what he wants and needs to do. He's glad she's the only one here to witness it. ]
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He was doing this to save her. That's all. It's about Chroma. It was always about Chroma.
That's all it was he keeps reminding himself.
That fear from what he had seen at the lake had pushed him enough that there was nothing, nothing right now that he feared more than losing her. He forgets that his hair and clothing are still wet and sticking to him uncomfortably. He forgets everything other than what he had seen there in the water. It had been so easy for them to pull him in with her. Too easy.
He doesn't deepen the kiss, though she feels her lean into him. And that's how he knows it's actually effective. More effective than just kissing her forehead or holding her could be. He knows he will, though, after he knows that there's no immediate risk. He lingers there for a few more moments. It's - nice, but he pushes that thought deep down.
Then, when he pulls away, he almost regrets it (stop that, he tells himself). A sigh, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against hers. ]
Are you feeling better?
[ His tone is soft, unusually so, even for moments with her. There's the slightest hint of fear and worry, only noticeable when you know him as well as she does. He's never heard himself sound like that before. He's usually so confident in what he wants and needs to do. He's glad she's the only one here to witness it. ]