[ the short answer is yes, huh. it's not often that something like this will rattle him so, and suguru is quietly thoughtful, stroking his hair to soothe him. he can feel how he's pressing his cheek to his chest -- to listen to his heartbeat, perhaps. if he's using that to soothe himself, and holding him tightly earlier, then suguru might have a suspicion as to what it might be.
probably? he's not sure.
but the important thing is that he's comforted. the chasm between them had once been too wide to be breached, and satoru had ultimately killed him for the sake of the future. he understands it -- after all, satoru killing him isn't a pointless exercise, but the emotional fallout of it is something he can't quite imagine.
and he imagines satoru hasn't had much in the way of processing that particular grief since he'd died. he gives satoru a few moments before he shifts to grasp his chin with one hand, urging him to look up at him. ]
...do you want to talk about it? You don't look all right.
no subject
probably? he's not sure.
but the important thing is that he's comforted. the chasm between them had once been too wide to be breached, and satoru had ultimately killed him for the sake of the future. he understands it -- after all, satoru killing him isn't a pointless exercise, but the emotional fallout of it is something he can't quite imagine.
and he imagines satoru hasn't had much in the way of processing that particular grief since he'd died. he gives satoru a few moments before he shifts to grasp his chin with one hand, urging him to look up at him. ]
...do you want to talk about it? You don't look all right.