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Shige jerked off the bed once he realized all that has happened. He grabbed his clothes and covered himself, his back against the cold wall. Koyama stirred awake, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. "What happened."
Shige stood in dead silence. He was afraid to speak, too afraid to move, and too horrified to put into mind what happened that evening by what he could see before him then: two men stripped of their clothing, and all the possibilities in between.
He stared at the man on the bed with great horror in his eyes, as Koyama later realized the same thing and stared right back, exchanging looks.
It had been one hell of a night; one night that couldn't possibly be undone in a million years or more.
The rest of the day was awkward for the both of them. A mere touch of their elbows at the breakfast table created a great distance between them as Shige shoved his chair away from the table, face flushed with heat. Neither of them spoke, and neither of them decided to bring about the incident that was that evening, until some time later afternoon when the sun began to set behind the horizon. Nyanta was purring at Koyama's leg, and Wagahai was nowhere to be found. Shige left him some treats.
"I'm sorry about last night," Koyama started. "I was inebrieted and impulsive."
"I apologize too, for leading the night into those events," Shige swallowed hard, his face red, and his collar hot. "We should just forget about it and move on."
Koyama looked at the wall behind Shige and focused. "Forget, right. Forget, and move on. That should do it." his voice was shaking, and there was a hint of hesitance in his actions. Koyama sat beside Shige while the other tried not to flinch. He placed a hand on top of his, and Shige felt it.
Their chairs were soon moved brusquely to the further corners of the room, as Shige flinched, and dragged his chair away. He stood up, his breath short, and walked briskly into the next room. "Wagahai is calling me."
Shige jerked off the bed once he realized all that has happened. He grabbed his clothes and covered himself, his back against the cold wall. Koyama stirred awake, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. "What happened."
Shige stood in dead silence. He was afraid to speak, too afraid to move, and too horrified to put into mind what happened that evening by what he could see before him then: two men stripped of their clothing, and all the possibilities in between.
He stared at the man on the bed with great horror in his eyes, as Koyama later realized the same thing and stared right back, exchanging looks.
It had been one hell of a night; one night that couldn't possibly be undone in a million years or more.
The rest of the day was awkward for the both of them. A mere touch of their elbows at the breakfast table created a great distance between them as Shige shoved his chair away from the table, face flushed with heat. Neither of them spoke, and neither of them decided to bring about the incident that was that evening, until some time later afternoon when the sun began to set behind the horizon. Nyanta was purring at Koyama's leg, and Wagahai was nowhere to be found. Shige left him some treats.
"I'm sorry about last night," Koyama started. "I was inebrieted and impulsive."
"I apologize too, for leading the night into those events," Shige swallowed hard, his face red, and his collar hot. "We should just forget about it and move on."
Koyama looked at the wall behind Shige and focused. "Forget, right. Forget, and move on. That should do it." his voice was shaking, and there was a hint of hesitance in his actions. Koyama sat beside Shige while the other tried not to flinch. He placed a hand on top of his, and Shige felt it.
Their chairs were soon moved brusquely to the further corners of the room, as Shige flinched, and dragged his chair away. He stood up, his breath short, and walked briskly into the next room. "Wagahai is calling me."