He was trying to sort suspicion from the rut of thinking that others always had reasons for liking him. Only this time it wasn't about sex, but the kimono and other gifts he gave her. He was struggling enough that he couldn't quite contribute to their conversation as well as he hoped.
Lapse in memory was a consequence.
Kuronue looked at Yukimura, reached to tilt his lover's head up. Are you sure? Am I not just someone she's in debt to, and must treat kindly because I pay her in goods?
"Ah," he said aloud, eyes a little glazed. "I apologise." The husky tone had turned a little hoarse, almost hurt, or like he couldn't breathe. Was this relapse?
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Date: 2011-09-03 11:40 am (UTC)Lapse in memory was a consequence.
Kuronue looked at Yukimura, reached to tilt his lover's head up. Are you sure? Am I not just someone she's in debt to, and must treat kindly because I pay her in goods?
"Ah," he said aloud, eyes a little glazed. "I apologise." The husky tone had turned a little hoarse, almost hurt, or like he couldn't breathe. Was this relapse?