[If Niou is crazy, then maybe Yagyuu is, too (and isn't that just how it's supposed to be? If one is, the other must be, because they're one and the same—and maybe that's just a sign they've been crazy all along), and it hits home in the moment he reads that tempest of emotions in Niou's eyes. He put that look there, indirectly or otherwise, and for a second all he can think of is how it looked, his fingers pressed firm against the column of his neck, the slow application of pressure—
He doesn't have an answer for why he did it. There's a million he could pick from, but he doesn't know which one was the motivating force that made his grip tighten, and that's...that's a question he's not going to be able to suppress for long. That's one that will eat away at him until he finds the right answer.
But it's Niou that matters right now, and Niou he's concerned with. If he'd crossed one of their unspoken lines, pushed too far, hurt him—
And Yuuki's voice isn't what he wants to hear, but it's enough consolation to soothe his anxiety when it comes.]
And it was a pleasure.
[He just barely remembers to slip into Atobe's voice as he advances again, letting his partner keep his eyes averted this time.]
action;
He doesn't have an answer for why he did it. There's a million he could pick from, but he doesn't know which one was the motivating force that made his grip tighten, and that's...that's a question he's not going to be able to suppress for long. That's one that will eat away at him until he finds the right answer.
But it's Niou that matters right now, and Niou he's concerned with. If he'd crossed one of their unspoken lines, pushed too far, hurt him—
And Yuuki's voice isn't what he wants to hear, but it's enough consolation to soothe his anxiety when it comes.]
And it was a pleasure.
[He just barely remembers to slip into Atobe's voice as he advances again, letting his partner keep his eyes averted this time.]