"Yukio," Rin says, loud and trundling as he makes his way over. He comes up on Yukio's back, not seeing his face until he's too close; when he catches the barest wetness at Yukio's eyes, he hesitates, but for only a few seconds.
It shouldn't be shocking to see that Yukio was crying, and it isn't. But it's uncomfortable. Because somewhere along the line, Rin had become the crybaby. And somewhere along the line, Yukio had dried up.
His smile gets stronger again quickly, and his voice does its best to sound as excited and certain as it had when he'd raced over from everyone else to find his brother.
"It was nice. There were rings and everything. I figured I might never see a wedding."
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Date: 2014-10-08 06:38 am (UTC)It shouldn't be shocking to see that Yukio was crying, and it isn't. But it's uncomfortable. Because somewhere along the line, Rin had become the crybaby. And somewhere along the line, Yukio had dried up.
His smile gets stronger again quickly, and his voice does its best to sound as excited and certain as it had when he'd raced over from everyone else to find his brother.
"It was nice. There were rings and everything. I figured I might never see a wedding."