Before, when they had made love, he hadn't had to think about anything but the good reasons why he loved Yukimura. Now, in his own mind again, all he could thing about were all the bad things. Things that he realised he was sick of thinking. His mind was filled with oil-like sludge. He didn't want it to be like that anymore.
He sighed and turned his head, kissed Yukimura's cheek. "Thank you." He pushed Yukimura's arms away gently, stood and went to retrieve his clothes. He could do with a bath, and his room had one now, but he wanted to think, to maybe speak with Kurama. He pulled out a yukata and pulled it on, as well as an obi.
"I love you," he said, while he tied his hair up. "But my head is like slush, at the moment."
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Date: 2011-07-04 02:58 pm (UTC)He sighed and turned his head, kissed Yukimura's cheek. "Thank you." He pushed Yukimura's arms away gently, stood and went to retrieve his clothes. He could do with a bath, and his room had one now, but he wanted to think, to maybe speak with Kurama. He pulled out a yukata and pulled it on, as well as an obi.
"I love you," he said, while he tied his hair up. "But my head is like slush, at the moment."