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[write_it_in]

[there's a novelist with a small duffel and what appears to be a bag of beer and snacks, heading for the chapel.]

[he's in for an unpleasant surprise.]

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[write-it-in.livejournal.com]

...I'm leaving Shuichi.

[driveyouhard.livejournal.com]

. . .

Oh?

[write-it-in.livejournal.com]

It's temporary, he needs to grow up and not be so dependent on me. I don't want you interfering at all.

[driveyouhard.livejournal.com]

So it's not a real break up.

[write-it-in.livejournal.com]

It's real enough.

[driveyouhard.livejournal.com]

You plan on returning?

[write-it-in.livejournal.com]

Not if he doesn't want me back.

[driveyouhard.livejournal.com]

And you will be okay with this?

[write-it-in.livejournal.com]

[.....no. i won't. can you tell that from my expression?]

[driveyouhard.livejournal.com]

[i know. and i'm thiiiiiiiis close to hitting that kid with a car to resolve this once and for all]

[write-it-in.livejournal.com]

[i'd be a broken mess and would never ever forgive you]

It doesn't matter. I'm not doing this for me.

[driveyouhard.livejournal.com]

. . .

[hand on your shoulder]

[write-it-in.livejournal.com]

[allows this]

[driveyouhard.livejournal.com]

[pulls you in a little, so you can rest your weight on his shoulder]

Everything will resolve itself.

[write-it-in.livejournal.com]

[rests against you]

Don't interfere, Tohma. Promise me.

[driveyouhard.livejournal.com]

Interfere? You know I only want the best for you, Eiri.

[write-it-in.livejournal.com]

[is waiting]

[driveyouhard.livejournal.com]

Don't you trust me anymore, Eiri-kun?

[write-it-in.livejournal.com]

I want you to promise.

[driveyouhard.livejournal.com]

[sighs]

I promise I won't do anything to Shindou-san.

[write-it-in.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[driveyouhard.livejournal.com]

I'm jealous. You worrying for him in this way.

[write-it-in.livejournal.com]

...there's nothing to be jealous of. It's different.

[driveyouhard.livejournal.com]

Oh? Some say love of all kinds ends up as love of the same kind. It's universal, these feelings.

[drinks his beer]

[write-it-in.livejournal.com]

That doesn't make any sense.