As he gathers his breath, sucking several hard pulls of air before the world starts to sparkle less and all the right angles slowly begin to reassemble themselves, he draws his focus down onto your expression.
There's a small mess on the corner of your mouth. There's clarity in your eyes. He reaches for your hand, fingers spread, meaning to lace his with yours.
"Shingo," he murmurs, watching your face, watching every little motion of your eyes, your brow, the muscles at the corner of your mouth that show whether you're hiding a frown. He's not sharp, but intent.
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As he gathers his breath, sucking several hard pulls of air before the world starts to sparkle less and all the right angles slowly begin to reassemble themselves, he draws his focus down onto your expression.
There's a small mess on the corner of your mouth. There's clarity in your eyes. He reaches for your hand, fingers spread, meaning to lace his with yours.
"Shingo," he murmurs, watching your face, watching every little motion of your eyes, your brow, the muscles at the corner of your mouth that show whether you're hiding a frown. He's not sharp, but intent.