((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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((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.]