But Murasaki's admittedly not really sure if it is either. It didn't... feel wrong, if nothing else (boy, he's not sure he wants to examine that thought too closely), but whether or not this is something Nice wants is something he doesn't know. And, as ever, that's what's more important to him.
He catches up, and slows, hands tucking themselves into his pockets.
...]
Yeah. [A sigh, and Murasaki shifts to lean against the wall behind them instead. It's alright. It's a little awkward, but Nice wasn't running away from him, and they can still read each other's minds like this--so it's probably fine. Whatever "it" is.]
They were. [The next question he's going to ask is probably obvious too.] Are you alright?
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But Murasaki's admittedly not really sure if it is either. It didn't... feel wrong, if nothing else (boy, he's not sure he wants to examine that thought too closely), but whether or not this is something Nice wants is something he doesn't know. And, as ever, that's what's more important to him.
He catches up, and slows, hands tucking themselves into his pockets.
...]
Yeah. [A sigh, and Murasaki shifts to lean against the wall behind them instead. It's alright. It's a little awkward, but Nice wasn't running away from him, and they can still read each other's minds like this--so it's probably fine. Whatever "it" is.]
They were. [The next question he's going to ask is probably obvious too.] Are you alright?