[He doesn't doubt Eichi in any of this, and the blonde's assertions do set him fairly at ease. Maybe they can fight. Maybe they can get somewhere safe so they don't have to. Maybe they won't fall through the ceiling tiles. God knows.
He tries to tune out everything but Eichi, the soothing tone of his voice, even and gentle and strong. Eichi has this figured out, definitely. Maybe someday Wataru will be strong for him, too. This feels like such a reversal of their previous lives.
They reach a junction, and Wataru goes with his instincts. They're the wrong ones, perhaps, because even though the voices get further away, the paneling creaks beneath them. Wataru moves forward onto an unsteady one, and loses his balance as the panel gives way. He doesn't cry out, doesn't do anything but hold his breath and hold on to the edge. There doesn't seem to be anyone in the area beneath them, and as he hauls himself carefully back up, he takes a quick look around.]
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He tries to tune out everything but Eichi, the soothing tone of his voice, even and gentle and strong. Eichi has this figured out, definitely. Maybe someday Wataru will be strong for him, too. This feels like such a reversal of their previous lives.
They reach a junction, and Wataru goes with his instincts. They're the wrong ones, perhaps, because even though the voices get further away, the paneling creaks beneath them. Wataru moves forward onto an unsteady one, and loses his balance as the panel gives way. He doesn't cry out, doesn't do anything but hold his breath and hold on to the edge. There doesn't seem to be anyone in the area beneath them, and as he hauls himself carefully back up, he takes a quick look around.]
I think I see stairs...