[ Neither of them has ever been the most expressive. Because of it, though, they're pretty good at reading one another. At least, Minato thinks that may be the case. The smaller signs of emotion, the tightening of lips or tension in shoulders, things that can be covered with a calm expression some people can't see past...
Though right now, yeah, neither of them may look quite calm. Minato doesn't stop moving until he's a foot away at best. There's nothing like pity in him for Akira, for anyone who goes through this.
But there's sympathy. The memory of how he felt about death in another life, and how he's walked so long beside it in this one. ]
If your legs are still jelly, I'm a decent walking stick. [ It's quiet, some half-hearted odd humor but also a genuine offer because he isn't sure how to offer something else entirely. ]
[It's enough to startle a laugh out of him, helpless and fond. It lifts the gray film out of his mind, makes his thoughts just a little bit clearer.]
I'm in the market for those right now, so that's lucky that you came by right when I needed you.
[It's supposed to land as a joke, humor to match humor, but it comes out just a little too genuine for that.
It seems they're both in that boat.]
I think I can walk okay, but... I'm not steady, so just be careful.
[For Minato's own sake, of course, because heaven forbid that Akira ever worry about himself in any life. But since it's him... Minato will probably get that, too.
There's no one else that isn't family that can read him as well. Even back when he'd been a quiet child, and then a more open but still reserved adult... Minato has always gotten him. He's always made him feel known and seen, even during that brief time it took more to coax him out of his shell.
It should make him feel humiliated, even ashamed, to be seen like this now, shaken by his own death when he still gets to live after. But instead... the only thing that thrums through his veins is relief.]
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Though right now, yeah, neither of them may look quite calm. Minato doesn't stop moving until he's a foot away at best. There's nothing like pity in him for Akira, for anyone who goes through this.
But there's sympathy. The memory of how he felt about death in another life, and how he's walked so long beside it in this one. ]
If your legs are still jelly, I'm a decent walking stick. [ It's quiet, some half-hearted odd humor but also a genuine offer because he isn't sure how to offer something else entirely. ]
it's what he deserves
I'm in the market for those right now, so that's lucky that you came by right when I needed you.
[It's supposed to land as a joke, humor to match humor, but it comes out just a little too genuine for that.
It seems they're both in that boat.]
I think I can walk okay, but... I'm not steady, so just be careful.
[For Minato's own sake, of course, because heaven forbid that Akira ever worry about himself in any life. But since it's him... Minato will probably get that, too.
There's no one else that isn't family that can read him as well. Even back when he'd been a quiet child, and then a more open but still reserved adult... Minato has always gotten him. He's always made him feel known and seen, even during that brief time it took more to coax him out of his shell.
It should make him feel humiliated, even ashamed, to be seen like this now, shaken by his own death when he still gets to live after. But instead... the only thing that thrums through his veins is relief.]