((Right away! Makoto pauses for a moment behind Haru and looks off. AFter amoment thought, he taps Haru.)) How about we sit on one of those benches by the shore. Nice view and relatively quiet, yeah? ((He smiles, and heads off.
Lucky for them, the bench closest to them is free, and Makoto does a quick jog to claim it, looking back.)) Ah, looks like we got lucky! Saves us an extra walk. ((And once Haru has caught up, he takes his seat, leaving ample room for Haru to sit wherever he wants.))
[The benches sound like a good idea. Haru follows after Makoto, sitting with just enough space between them to set the food. He reaches in for another fry and just glances towards the ocean.
((Getting comfortable with a foot tucked under his thigh and grabbing his food, Makoto eats with the throw-away tray close to his mouth, his eyes also on the ocean for a time.)) It always looks nice this time of day, ((he mutters passively before guiding the food to his mouth. In the silence, letting his mind stray, he wonders exactly if he should make another attempt at figuring out what has been on Haru's mind the last couple of days.)) Ah, they did a really good job with the food today, too! ((Positive things muttered with pleasure as he ponders to the side.
So... once Haru's guard is down, Makoto turns toward him, hesitating for a moment befoe continuing:)) Hey, do you mind if we talk? ((There's a certain seriousness in his voice.))
[The water has him instantly relaxed, as it normally tends to do. He still looks tired, but less jumpy or lost. Staring towards the water, he just goes for his spicy mackerel and digs in, digging right in. Makoto's words get a nod out of him, and he's already back in a pleasant (well, pleasant-ish, given him) mood. Which doesn't completely show outright save for the soft look on his face as he gazes across the beach.
He's mid-bite when Makoto's request comes in, and he can almost immediately tell what it's about. There's something about the tone in Makoto's voice that has his shoulders stiffening a little, but, well, it was bound to happen. There's only so much Haru can truly hide from Makoto, and he should've known to expect it. He just nods, slow and deliberate, lowering his meal as he finishes chewing. Go on.]
Haru put up no fight against the question, no awkward glances, nothing telling of an incorrect accusation. In a way, he hoped that it wouldn't be the response he was getting, and immediately feared what may be said in the minutes to come. Reluctance consumes Makoto and he finds himself jaw hung awkwardly as he stares at Haru. Something was certainly wrong.
Biting finally, he swallows a littler nervously, but glances away at the last second to give himself a little extra time. Fingers curl gently around his take out, but he sets it aside to spare himself any small nuance. Letting his hands drape off his thighs and he thinks.))
I guess you've just... been acting kind of weirdly lately so I'm worried. I mean after everything...
[Of course Makoto would be worried. Honestly, Haru would have been concerned if he wasn't, but he figures he can't hide it for that long. Makoto's been giving him looks all afternoon, and Haru's gone from doing his best to hide it to losing all strength in trying. He misses rest, without nightmares, lacking in nights filled with crippling fear and anxiety keeping him from even leaving his room when the lights were out.
Haru just watches him, but soon turns his head away and just sighs.]
...I know. I'm sorry.
[He looks down and just sighs, his eyes shutting.] It's stupid. I've just been... tired.
((Taking in the moment, he decides it couldn't possibly be stupid. He didn't take Haru as someone to be so bothered by things so minute.
Makoto presses his palms against the bench to scootch himself closer to his friend and close the gap, then slouches over to close the space. A gesture of privacy, Haru could be as quiet as he needed.)) Do you wanna talk about it? I mean... if something's bothering you, I'd like to help fix it... if I can.
[The gentle touch has Haru opening his eyes, a little surprised. He shouldn't be, as it's Makoto, the second most likely person to invade his personal space, but he hadn't been expecting it. His shoulders slump a little, and he immediately caves against his friend, head bumping Makoto's shoulder. It feels okay to do this. More contact than Haru is used to, especially more than he's initiated, but... He needs it. It helps.
There's another heavy breath from him, and it takes him a little while to try and find words again. He doesn't want to outright say anything, but he trusts Makoto. He owes it to him, at least a little, from burdening him this much with worrying him. Haru's voice crumbles a little more.]
((He's surprised, but he doesn't reject the motion. Pausing for a moment as he looked down at his friend, worry clouding his eyes. But without much delay, he lets his head fall to the side as well, jawline touching Haru's hair.)) If you're really that tired, we should have headed home. ((He lectures, but not seriously, his eyes halfmast as he looks over the beach.)) Kind of late for that now, though.
((If Haru was tired, then he could rest on Makoto as long as he needed. He stared quietly at the waving sea, comfortable where he was and with his friend. It must have been from lack of sleep, but Makoto couldn't imagine what caused it. A creature of habit likely didn't want a new mattress or pillow, so he dismissed that quickly. It couldn't... be about Rin, although the thought crossed his mind so many times, it didn't make sense and Makoto concluded that finally. Maybe Haru just needed something more than usual.... maybe just a rest here together beside the ocean was ideal. Even if Makoto had said home would be better, he began to think that resting here was the best plan.
But a thought hits him and he lifts his head, turning to Haru: )) It's nothing to do with me, right? ((He felt silly asking the question, and no doubt the feeling showed on his confused face, but.... Haru resting on his shoulder beside the ocean. Maybe Haru needed him more often? Makoto worried he had been negligent to his best friend.))
[Makoto doesn't get it. He can tell by the gentle lecturing--that they could've gone home, where Haru could sleep, in his own bed--and he knows Makoto doesn't understand, so he isn't upset at all. But he finds himself a little lost here. It isn't often that he finds it hard to talk to Makoto; usually his friend understands him almost better than he does, but on the few times it does happen, it's just terrible. Tiring, messy, complicated. Things Haru hates.
Were it up to him, his life would be transparent as water. Really, his life would just be water; swimming, living near the beach, a pool, all of that. Haru doesn't need much else. But he knows it's more complex than that. Even just looking at the waves, so calm and settled, it feels almost like a lie. Like things are worse than they seem, that he shouldn't be sitting here so casually. The only thing that seems to feel okay is being near Makoto. He at least enjoys looking at the waves more, and he doesn't make a single notion that he wants to move or go home. Outside of eating slowly, he doesn't move at all.
But the question that Makoto poses has Haru looking up, a little surprised. He just shakes his head, and a soft huff of a laugh escapes as he returns his head to Makoto's shoulder.]
It's not you. It's... it's just me. It's just been harder to sleep.
...Right... ((He muttered, though he sounded uncertain, it wasn't with Haru. Absolutely he believed his fried, but it was himself he felt uncertain of. How embarrassing.... but if Haru wouldn't talk of it, if it had nothing to do with himself, then Makoto couldn't pry it out of him if he tried. After frowning for a while, he eventually settles back into the spot with a sigh, letting his thoughts drift around like the current pulling ships and creatures across the ocean. his eyes closed as his cheek turned slightly, his nose and lips a little closer to Haru's head. At the very least, he was glad it wasn't him.
Time passed, Makoto's food that hadn't been touched went cold, and Makoto opened his eyes, not sure if he'd fallen asleep or if the time had simply passed quickly while resting with Haru like this. But it was a buzz on his phone that stirred him from his comfortable spot with Haru, having to twist uncomfortable so he could get to the phone and check the message.
Mom Haru could likely see the text as it opens up, which after he's read it, he laughs: )) "Nii-san come home" doesn't sound like a very mom thing to write. ((He snaps his phone closed and looks at Haru. A message from the twins on their mother's cellphone.)) Do you mind if we head back? I didn't really warn anyone I'd be out late.
[Haru's energy on trying to explain his own problems fades quickly; when he tries to word it out, it just sounds stupid. He's seventeen, he shouldn't be having nightmares as stupidly as he is, especially when there's no basis behind it. Nothing's really changed; he's still him, still has his habits with Makoto and his time with him, still has school and swimming and mackerel fillets and still lives by the ocean. Everything is fine.
Or at least it should be. When Makoto doesn't say more, Haru sighs softly but just stills, and the peace settles across them both. He barely munches on a few more fries before he stops moving, and he near falls asleep himself. It's an even better rest than he had during their last class, and he huffs softly as Makoto reaches for his phone.
Oh... it's been a while. Haru doesn't want to burden Makoto more than he already has, so he nods and drops the remainder of his food into his bag.] Yeah... We should get you home. I'm sorry I kept you. [He wonders if Makoto will invite him over, or if he can sneak on his way back home. He doesn't want to say anything, for worry that he'll seem like he's trying to withdraw--but to be honest, he is. He's still tired.]
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Lucky for them, the bench closest to them is free, and Makoto does a quick jog to claim it, looking back.)) Ah, looks like we got lucky! Saves us an extra walk. ((And once Haru has caught up, he takes his seat, leaving ample room for Haru to sit wherever he wants.))
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It's a very nice day out.]
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So... once Haru's guard is down, Makoto turns toward him, hesitating for a moment befoe continuing:)) Hey, do you mind if we talk? ((There's a certain seriousness in his voice.))
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He's mid-bite when Makoto's request comes in, and he can almost immediately tell what it's about. There's something about the tone in Makoto's voice that has his shoulders stiffening a little, but, well, it was bound to happen. There's only so much Haru can truly hide from Makoto, and he should've known to expect it. He just nods, slow and deliberate, lowering his meal as he finishes chewing. Go on.]
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Haru put up no fight against the question, no awkward glances, nothing telling of an incorrect accusation. In a way, he hoped that it wouldn't be the response he was getting, and immediately feared what may be said in the minutes to come. Reluctance consumes Makoto and he finds himself jaw hung awkwardly as he stares at Haru. Something was certainly wrong.
Biting finally, he swallows a littler nervously, but glances away at the last second to give himself a little extra time. Fingers curl gently around his take out, but he sets it aside to spare himself any small nuance. Letting his hands drape off his thighs and he thinks.))
I guess you've just... been acting kind of weirdly lately so I'm worried. I mean after everything...
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Haru just watches him, but soon turns his head away and just sighs.]
...I know. I'm sorry.
[He looks down and just sighs, his eyes shutting.] It's stupid. I've just been... tired.
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Makoto presses his palms against the bench to scootch himself closer to his friend and close the gap, then slouches over to close the space. A gesture of privacy, Haru could be as quiet as he needed.)) Do you wanna talk about it? I mean... if something's bothering you, I'd like to help fix it... if I can.
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There's another heavy breath from him, and it takes him a little while to try and find words again. He doesn't want to outright say anything, but he trusts Makoto. He owes it to him, at least a little, from burdening him this much with worrying him. Haru's voice crumbles a little more.]
I'm just... so tired...
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((If Haru was tired, then he could rest on Makoto as long as he needed. He stared quietly at the waving sea, comfortable where he was and with his friend. It must have been from lack of sleep, but Makoto couldn't imagine what caused it. A creature of habit likely didn't want a new mattress or pillow, so he dismissed that quickly. It couldn't... be about Rin, although the thought crossed his mind so many times, it didn't make sense and Makoto concluded that finally. Maybe Haru just needed something more than usual.... maybe just a rest here together beside the ocean was ideal. Even if Makoto had said home would be better, he began to think that resting here was the best plan.
But a thought hits him and he lifts his head, turning to Haru: )) It's nothing to do with me, right? ((He felt silly asking the question, and no doubt the feeling showed on his confused face, but.... Haru resting on his shoulder beside the ocean. Maybe Haru needed him more often? Makoto worried he had been negligent to his best friend.))
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Were it up to him, his life would be transparent as water. Really, his life would just be water; swimming, living near the beach, a pool, all of that. Haru doesn't need much else. But he knows it's more complex than that. Even just looking at the waves, so calm and settled, it feels almost like a lie. Like things are worse than they seem, that he shouldn't be sitting here so casually. The only thing that seems to feel okay is being near Makoto. He at least enjoys looking at the waves more, and he doesn't make a single notion that he wants to move or go home. Outside of eating slowly, he doesn't move at all.
But the question that Makoto poses has Haru looking up, a little surprised. He just shakes his head, and a soft huff of a laugh escapes as he returns his head to Makoto's shoulder.]
It's not you. It's... it's just me. It's just been harder to sleep.
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Time passed, Makoto's food that hadn't been touched went cold, and Makoto opened his eyes, not sure if he'd fallen asleep or if the time had simply passed quickly while resting with Haru like this. But it was a buzz on his phone that stirred him from his comfortable spot with Haru, having to twist uncomfortable so he could get to the phone and check the message.
Mom Haru could likely see the text as it opens up, which after he's read it, he laughs: )) "Nii-san come home" doesn't sound like a very mom thing to write. ((He snaps his phone closed and looks at Haru. A message from the twins on their mother's cellphone.)) Do you mind if we head back? I didn't really warn anyone I'd be out late.
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Or at least it should be. When Makoto doesn't say more, Haru sighs softly but just stills, and the peace settles across them both. He barely munches on a few more fries before he stops moving, and he near falls asleep himself. It's an even better rest than he had during their last class, and he huffs softly as Makoto reaches for his phone.
Oh... it's been a while. Haru doesn't want to burden Makoto more than he already has, so he nods and drops the remainder of his food into his bag.] Yeah... We should get you home. I'm sorry I kept you. [He wonders if Makoto will invite him over, or if he can sneak on his way back home. He doesn't want to say anything, for worry that he'll seem like he's trying to withdraw--but to be honest, he is. He's still tired.]