Night 52: East of the Institute
[from here]
Clutching the cloak to his chest, Uryuu hastened after the man, and stumbled for his speed. Once off the road, the terrain became that much worse; he only just staggered, but it served to fluster him farther. At this rate, he wouldn't have a shred of dignity remaining by the time they'd reached either the forest or those structures.
"Kratos-san," he protested, only just keeping his voice hushed, flashlight momentarily pointing into the sky as he knocked his wrist up into his glasses, which had gone slightly askew. Compared to his composure and attitude before, at the moment, Uryuu might have sounded younger. Something like his age.
"It isn't that I don't--" appreciate? "understand what you're doing, but I--" might someday be able to finish his sentences (at least he hadn't sputtered). Also, noted that most of Kratos-san's arms were covered, and his own hands already felt better. Stomaching the bitter taste of his ineptitude had been hard; accepting the kindness that highlighted his failure seemed impossible. Yet, as the first blow of embarrassment faded, Uryuu could recognize this: it would be much worse to become a hindrance. Insisting on freezing as a point of pride was so idiotic as to violate that very pride.
"...but, it wasn't necessary." He muttered, even as he swung the cloak over his shoulders, trying not to think of how very... purple it was.
Clutching the cloak to his chest, Uryuu hastened after the man, and stumbled for his speed. Once off the road, the terrain became that much worse; he only just staggered, but it served to fluster him farther. At this rate, he wouldn't have a shred of dignity remaining by the time they'd reached either the forest or those structures.
"Kratos-san," he protested, only just keeping his voice hushed, flashlight momentarily pointing into the sky as he knocked his wrist up into his glasses, which had gone slightly askew. Compared to his composure and attitude before, at the moment, Uryuu might have sounded younger. Something like his age.
"It isn't that I don't--" appreciate? "understand what you're doing, but I--" might someday be able to finish his sentences (at least he hadn't sputtered). Also, noted that most of Kratos-san's arms were covered, and his own hands already felt better. Stomaching the bitter taste of his ineptitude had been hard; accepting the kindness that highlighted his failure seemed impossible. Yet, as the first blow of embarrassment faded, Uryuu could recognize this: it would be much worse to become a hindrance. Insisting on freezing as a point of pride was so idiotic as to violate that very pride.
"...but, it wasn't necessary." He muttered, even as he swung the cloak over his shoulders, trying not to think of how very... purple it was.