Brendan shuts his eyes and tries to breathe. He wants to cry, too, but it'll only make Manabu feel worse when they're not really sad tears, they're relieved ones. He's so relieved that they're together, that he's not dead, that somehow they managed to find each other again, and the immensity of it all makes him want to cry and kiss Manabu until they're both breathless and then hold him until the end of time. Under any other circumstances that'd be dramatic even for him, but given they'd swapped worlds again and found each other, it almost seems like that wouldn't be enough.
Manabu can hold him as tightly as he wants. It doesn't hurt badly, it hurts good, a yes-this-is-real kind of hurt, a I-love-you kind of pain he never thought he'd feel again. If Manabu weren't so naive about sex Brendan would be tempted to get physical with him just to show him he cares, he's real, they're both here, it's okay, but he's too busy trying to savor the moment to do anything more than stand there. He feels more like he's come home than if he'd gone back to San Clemente, honestly.
He looks into his boyfriend's eyes and smiles weakly at his open amazement. He's kind of grateful for whatever's distracted him, because he doesn't have an answer for how he got here. Manabu fell in love with an English Lit. major, not a Temporal Sciences one. Watching Manabu scramble with the window, he feels himself being filled up with more emotions he can't put names to. He missed this frantic energy, this blur of motion and cut off words that made up the man he loves.
"Good to see time didn't change you," he deadpans, cheeky as ever, but there's no malice to it. His hand seeks out Manabu's and holds onto it, unwilling to lose contact with him. "What am I watching for, doll face?"
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2018-01-20 03:14 am (UTC)Manabu can hold him as tightly as he wants. It doesn't hurt badly, it hurts good, a yes-this-is-real kind of hurt, a I-love-you kind of pain he never thought he'd feel again. If Manabu weren't so naive about sex Brendan would be tempted to get physical with him just to show him he cares, he's real, they're both here, it's okay, but he's too busy trying to savor the moment to do anything more than stand there. He feels more like he's come home than if he'd gone back to San Clemente, honestly.
He looks into his boyfriend's eyes and smiles weakly at his open amazement. He's kind of grateful for whatever's distracted him, because he doesn't have an answer for how he got here. Manabu fell in love with an English Lit. major, not a Temporal Sciences one. Watching Manabu scramble with the window, he feels himself being filled up with more emotions he can't put names to. He missed this frantic energy, this blur of motion and cut off words that made up the man he loves.
"Good to see time didn't change you," he deadpans, cheeky as ever, but there's no malice to it. His hand seeks out Manabu's and holds onto it, unwilling to lose contact with him. "What am I watching for, doll face?"