[The dampness is surprising in a way - Ayumu's never been much of a crier, especially with his past. It's something Hizumi understood instinctively from the start.
With a wet sniffle and another one of those sad laughs, he just holds Ayumu all the tighter. His voice shakes and stumbles in ways his normally glib tongue doesn't often do, but there's a certain relief behind it, too.]
I'm forbiddin' you from leavin', then. And I'm forbiddin' myself from leavin' you, too.
[It was like having his heart torn from his chest. The thought of ever bearing such a thing again still hurts those open wounds.
Not for the first time, he wonders if that's what Ayumu had felt, too, when he had died.]
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With a wet sniffle and another one of those sad laughs, he just holds Ayumu all the tighter. His voice shakes and stumbles in ways his normally glib tongue doesn't often do, but there's a certain relief behind it, too.]
I'm forbiddin' you from leavin', then. And I'm forbiddin' myself from leavin' you, too.
[It was like having his heart torn from his chest. The thought of ever bearing such a thing again still hurts those open wounds.
Not for the first time, he wonders if that's what Ayumu had felt, too, when he had died.]