What-- [He wants to ask why he can't apologise for that, when really it's fair enough to wish they could be somewhere more comfortable to do this. Somewhere like on a bed in one of their houses where they probably showered once they got home and taste like soap more than salty rain. He can't remember how words work then though, eyes sliding shut as tongue (hot and wet and he isn't sure if this is actually a dream or not because Jesus Fucking Christ Oikawa--)]
Fuck... [It comes out tight and choked, eyes squeezing shut now that there's so much going on at once. He's struggling to keep himself together. Could he really take more of this?]
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Fuck... [It comes out tight and choked, eyes squeezing shut now that there's so much going on at once. He's struggling to keep himself together. Could he really take more of this?]