[It's a noisy blur, all the man's words, the way he strikes Wataru across the face. The idol makes a small whimpering sound as the pain jolts through him, then the man's actions are interrupted.
Wataru can barely make it out, but the way his chest begins a different kind of ache makes him certain... this must be Eichi coming to save him. He acts unconscious until he hears the door lock, grateful the exchange is quick. Then he raises his head.
Eichi. Pale, injured, worried... Wataru tries to reach for him, forgetting his hands are bound, and cries out when he can't. The tears start immediately.]
You're usually such a bad liar, Eichi... I'm proud... I'm so...
[His voice gives out as the handcuffs fall away, and the hand not being held by Eichi goes up to the blonde's cheek. It's strange, he thinks. He can't stop shaking. He can hardly see. But he knows he's saved. And they'll be fine, somehow.
He slumps forward, consciousness tenuous, trying his best to stay awake and with Eichi. He has to fight, so he summons all his strength to stop the tears and to raise his head, chin up, proud. Struggling, he tries to get to his feet, but ends up stumbling forward to his knees.]
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Wataru can barely make it out, but the way his chest begins a different kind of ache makes him certain... this must be Eichi coming to save him. He acts unconscious until he hears the door lock, grateful the exchange is quick. Then he raises his head.
Eichi. Pale, injured, worried... Wataru tries to reach for him, forgetting his hands are bound, and cries out when he can't. The tears start immediately.]
You're usually such a bad liar, Eichi... I'm proud... I'm so...
[His voice gives out as the handcuffs fall away, and the hand not being held by Eichi goes up to the blonde's cheek. It's strange, he thinks. He can't stop shaking. He can hardly see. But he knows he's saved. And they'll be fine, somehow.
He slumps forward, consciousness tenuous, trying his best to stay awake and with Eichi. He has to fight, so he summons all his strength to stop the tears and to raise his head, chin up, proud. Struggling, he tries to get to his feet, but ends up stumbling forward to his knees.]
I knew you'd come for me...