[He winces slightly, hearing the crack in his voice even if it is still shushed. At least when Oikawa is buried against him he doesn't have to look him in the eye. It's when his right hand, clear of bandages and full is dragged out that he freezes in place, staring at it in wonder.
What...?]
What? [How is it...?] Oikawa you know I do, but-- this is different. This was. [He can't tear his eyes away though, because something isn't right.]
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Date: 2015-09-19 05:29 pm (UTC)What...?]
What? [How is it...?] Oikawa you know I do, but-- this is different. This was. [He can't tear his eyes away though, because something isn't right.]