[Till pauses, pinching his brows as he chews on Ivan’s words, trying to make sense of it. Till had less of an understanding than Ivan of Mizi and Sua’s bond, or the exact nature of it—not that the children of Anakt Garden had tidy, clarifying labels much in the first place… but it was obvious they were very close.
is it because Till was always pushing Ivan away?? for the longest time, Till really just thought Ivan was fucking with him purely to mock him, get under his skin… things felt a little different, though, after round 6; it contextualized things in a more linear way, lining up with the night Ivan tried to run away with Till.
Till’s to blame for that, then. for Ivan misunderstanding. but part of it is on Ivan, too, for being stupid. Till liked having Ivan around, even though he was annoying and spiked Till’s blood pressure. not at first, but for most of their time together.
tiredly, Till pushes himself up, walking towards Ivan—he kneels, putting his arms around Ivan’s shoulders, resting his bruised forehead on top of Ivan’s head. his hold is loose, his weight a bit heavy.]
…Maybe not exactly. But you aren’t just—someone…
[Till’s eyes feel hot with tears again, but at this point, he’s just annoyed with it. he wants to stop crying!! jeez. even like this…which is already kind of pushing his expressive limits, can Till not simply get it out?? that he cares about Ivan? it’s important.]
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is it because Till was always pushing Ivan away?? for the longest time, Till really just thought Ivan was fucking with him purely to mock him, get under his skin… things felt a little different, though, after round 6; it contextualized things in a more linear way, lining up with the night Ivan tried to run away with Till.
Till’s to blame for that, then. for Ivan misunderstanding. but part of it is on Ivan, too, for being stupid. Till liked having Ivan around, even though he was annoying and spiked Till’s blood pressure. not at first, but for most of their time together.
tiredly, Till pushes himself up, walking towards Ivan—he kneels, putting his arms around Ivan’s shoulders, resting his bruised forehead on top of Ivan’s head. his hold is loose, his weight a bit heavy.]
…Maybe not exactly. But you aren’t just—someone…
[Till’s eyes feel hot with tears again, but at this point, he’s just annoyed with it. he wants to stop crying!! jeez. even like this…which is already kind of pushing his expressive limits, can Till not simply get it out?? that he cares about Ivan? it’s important.]
…You’re important to me.
I guess—I didn’t show you properly…
Sorry.