[...Hajime's cheeks are turning red, rapidly. Quiet for a moment, he swallows, his pulse flickering in his palms. Nagito is guiding Hajime's arm to his waist, like-- like they're about to dance, together, and it's such a gentle, intimate gesture, one that Hajime's never received before, that it almost makes Hajime glad to have set Nagito back down.]
I-It's not about having a lot of guts or anything... You wanted me to help you up, so I thought... [He lets out a short sigh.] Sorry. I should have realized it might make you feel uncomfortable.
[As he takes heavy, supportive steps toward the door, it comes to Hajime's awareness that his hand is pressing flatly into Nagito's side, rigidly, like Hajime's trying to pushing him off. Which, obviously, he definitely isn't trying to do, and wouldn't even consider doing right now - but if Hajime's hand was any more rigid than this, Nagito might actually think Hajime's trying to push him back.
Picking up Nagito was surprisingly easy enough, but keeping his hand where Nagito's taken it and set it? On Nagito's waist? He almost wants to drop his hand away, because he-- he's worried it won't be long until his hand starts easing into Nagito's side, as it really wants to - and though Hajime knows he'll be able to stop himself from doing anything weird, a part of him really does want to draw his thumb in circles, and small spirals, along Nagito's side.
He wants to, but he won't. He can't. This isn't the time for that. The most he can do right now is support Nagito, keep him steady and from falling, as he leads him to the mess hall for something to eat and drink. It's well past midnight, so the lights should be off and there shouldn't be anyone else there, which is ideal right now.
Hajime walks Nagito through the frame between the pod room and the corridor, and heads in the direction of the hall. Underfoot, the lino makes a squeaking sound every few steps or so, and the light overhead is a huge, white glare on the eyes. Even Hajime's squinting a little.]
Sorry about the lights. I'd turn them out, but they come on automatically and the switch is in the boiler room... I can see, though, and I know where we're going, so, um. If you want to shut your eyes and trust me to lead the way, you-- you can. We should be in the hall pretty soon.
...Uh, but if I'm going too fast, or you want to pause for a moment, just say so and I'll stop, okay?
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[...Hajime's cheeks are turning red, rapidly. Quiet for a moment, he swallows, his pulse flickering in his palms. Nagito is guiding Hajime's arm to his waist, like-- like they're about to dance, together, and it's such a gentle, intimate gesture, one that Hajime's never received before, that it almost makes Hajime glad to have set Nagito back down.]
I-It's not about having a lot of guts or anything... You wanted me to help you up, so I thought... [He lets out a short sigh.] Sorry. I should have realized it might make you feel uncomfortable.
[As he takes heavy, supportive steps toward the door, it comes to Hajime's awareness that his hand is pressing flatly into Nagito's side, rigidly, like Hajime's trying to pushing him off. Which, obviously, he definitely isn't trying to do, and wouldn't even consider doing right now - but if Hajime's hand was any more rigid than this, Nagito might actually think Hajime's trying to push him back.
Picking up Nagito was surprisingly easy enough, but keeping his hand where Nagito's taken it and set it? On Nagito's waist? He almost wants to drop his hand away, because he-- he's worried it won't be long until his hand starts easing into Nagito's side, as it really wants to - and though Hajime knows he'll be able to stop himself from doing anything weird, a part of him really does want to draw his thumb in circles, and small spirals, along Nagito's side.
He wants to, but he won't. He can't. This isn't the time for that. The most he can do right now is support Nagito, keep him steady and from falling, as he leads him to the mess hall for something to eat and drink. It's well past midnight, so the lights should be off and there shouldn't be anyone else there, which is ideal right now.
Hajime walks Nagito through the frame between the pod room and the corridor, and heads in the direction of the hall. Underfoot, the lino makes a squeaking sound every few steps or so, and the light overhead is a huge, white glare on the eyes. Even Hajime's squinting a little.]
Sorry about the lights. I'd turn them out, but they come on automatically and the switch is in the boiler room... I can see, though, and I know where we're going, so, um. If you want to shut your eyes and trust me to lead the way, you-- you can. We should be in the hall pretty soon.
...Uh, but if I'm going too fast, or you want to pause for a moment, just say so and I'll stop, okay?