[ As Arden explains, Riku listens with a gentle silence. This moment here between them... when everything had been so chaotic and emotional mere minutes ago to now be calm and still... perhaps it's a different sort of whiplash all on its own and yet, it doesn't feel forced or rushed or even wrong. It simply... is.
His hand still holds to Arden's, Riku having come to press his cheek against his arm draped across his knees again and, despite wearing the blindfold, he allows his eyes to fall shut once more, exhaustion clinging tight to him still; the fact that he's been having nightmares which have made it difficult for him to sleep haven't helped any. ]
It suits you.
[ A gentle sort of approval given from the very one who wears the same face as him, Riku sighs softly, coming to find his breaths not being as heavy anymore as they had been before in all that emotional chaos. ]
I don't know if I can make it back.
[ He mutters that softly, not bothering to life his head or even let go of Arden's hand. ]
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His hand still holds to Arden's, Riku having come to press his cheek against his arm draped across his knees again and, despite wearing the blindfold, he allows his eyes to fall shut once more, exhaustion clinging tight to him still; the fact that he's been having nightmares which have made it difficult for him to sleep haven't helped any. ]
It suits you.
[ A gentle sort of approval given from the very one who wears the same face as him, Riku sighs softly, coming to find his breaths not being as heavy anymore as they had been before in all that emotional chaos. ]
I don't know if I can make it back.
[ He mutters that softly, not bothering to life his head or even let go of Arden's hand. ]