Log 008 Ω And wishing that rain was the answer

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Characters: Philip & Shoutarou
Location: Near the Agency
Time: Dusk
Style: Starting in third person, but then first.
Status: Closed; Too much of a sobfest

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[hardlyboiled]

[He wasn't sure what was worse. That he was back or that a part of him hoped Philip was here, in Vatheon, just how he left him. He could easily pretend that he was fine, that he was happy and nothing had changed. As long as Philip was there because it wasn't entirely breaking Philip's wish that he'd continue on protecting Fuuto if he couldn't do that from another world and if the Philip in this world didn't wish for him to do that.

Yet.

So he wasn't entirely sure where to go when he arrived back. Should he go to the agency or should he take up residency in one of the hotels, hiding out until he was ready?

But that was impossible since they could easily find him on the SFC-- So, he decided to drag himself from the coral to the Agency. His face looked towards the floor, a solemn expression on it as he kicked a pebble while walking up the street towards the Agency. Just one more block and he'd arrive and... and then what? He wasn't sure, but maybe for now he'll just wing it. That's what he's been doing for the past year, at least.]

[keyword_bingo]

[Philip glanced up at the sounds of another's approach, his eyes widening a little. This was too unexpected; he had not been able to prepare yet. Shoutarou looked thinner than he recalled. It was almost unnoticeable, but Philip had been his partner for two year-- was still his partner. These were the types of things he was supposed to noticed.

His fingers closed on empty air, unaccustomed to the fact that he no longer had his book. But he had left that in Shoutarou's care, like Fuuto. He had to say something. He could not let him pass by without saying something.]

Are you crying, Shoutarou?

[hardlyboiled]

[... He pauses in his walking and looks up at Philip. Oh, yes, he has been crying and his face is wet but--]

Maybe.

[A shrug and he heads over to Philip. He's not entirely sure what he's doing but as he stands in front of his partner, he gives a small smile.]

Maybe I am. How are you, Philip?

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Such a terrible expression.

[Philip reaches up, ready to wipe his face with a one of his sleeves, before he realizes that his damp sleeve likely wasn't going to be much of a help. His hand hovers by Shoutarou's face for a moment, awkwardly, before he drops it again.]

I am without problem.