[ he only looks up when he feels a hand on his shoulder, though it's hard to say that he looks paler than usual, if only because he's so ridiculously pale in the first place. but there's a tiny moment of hesitation before he responds, as if he's debating on whether he should be honest or not. ]
Of course I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be fine? [ spoken in a completely NOT FINE way... but, he tried.
he'd seen his own memories just fine — flashbacks are practically routine for him by now, particularly whenever he's alone and without anyone else to distract him from his sad thoughts, although it had been a bit more vivid this time... how strange.
he doesn't know, however, that the sequence of flashbacks had unfolded themselves in the exact same way for hijikata.
but tsurumaru will try to reach for his hand — mostly for comfort, like a cheesy comfort mechanism. and if he's successful (or if hijikata just obliges him), then the way that his fingers are shaking, just a bit, might be noticeable. his hands are still freezing cold to the touch, as they always are. thermodynamic equilibrium is forever an achievable goal.
meanwhile, his wispy bird has finally hopped back towards him and is now sitting there right on the table, looking pretty pleased with itself. what a little shit. ]
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Of course I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be fine? [ spoken in a completely NOT FINE way... but, he tried.
he'd seen his own memories just fine — flashbacks are practically routine for him by now, particularly whenever he's alone and without anyone else to distract him from his sad thoughts, although it had been a bit more vivid this time... how strange.
he doesn't know, however, that the sequence of flashbacks had unfolded themselves in the exact same way for hijikata.
but tsurumaru will try to reach for his hand — mostly for comfort, like a cheesy comfort mechanism. and if he's successful (or if hijikata just obliges him), then the way that his fingers are shaking, just a bit, might be noticeable. his hands are still freezing cold to the touch, as they always are. thermodynamic equilibrium is forever an achievable goal.
meanwhile, his wispy bird has finally hopped back towards him and is now sitting there right on the table, looking pretty pleased with itself. what a little shit. ]