[Even though Nagito's fragile state is a concern, it still feels nice to have Nagito's arm resting along Hajime's shoulders. And when Nagito curls his fingers (is he curling his fingers? Is that what the slight movement on Hajime's shoulder means? Without tilting his head, Hajime glances down at his shoulder through the corner of his eye, and yeah, just manages to catch the bony hinges of Nagito's fingers, curled in...) Hajime finds himself wanting to do the same with the fingers of his own hand - the hand that's still definitely not holding Nagito's waist, but could be.
Hajime's fingers tremble slightly - hopefully not so much that Nagito feels them, but... if Nagito can hold Hajime's shirt like that, then surely Hajime can hold on to the fabric of Nagito's blue gown, right? It won't be weird, will it? He's... thinking way too hard about this, isn't he?
But it's hard not to think so hard. It's so hard not to be as aware of things as he is. It's a side-effect of his talent. He notices everything, now, and his brain is constantly analyzing everything he sees... Hajime has managed to relearn how to do normal things like a normal person would, but his talent is still capable of interfering. Like right now - if his mind wasn't analyzing his situation and every sensation excessively, Hajime might not be so nervous just walking Nagito to the mess hall.
It's kind of ironic. The reason he wanted talent, the reason he wanted to be talented, was so he could be more confident in himself, be a more confident person overall. But the talent given to him has just made him more inclined to think too hard, to analyse too deeply, to scrutinize even the smallest actions, things as small as fingers curling into his shoulder...
He sighs, and hopes Nagito doesn't hear it. He doesn't want Nagito to ask - Hajime doesn't know how he'd begin to explain this to him.
...He's going to explain this to him, at some point in the future, but that point isn't in the mess hall that's a few steps away. Though the hall would be a pretty good place for having a private conversation right now, what with its being quiet and empty, it's nearly one in the morning and Nagito has just woken up from a months-long nightmare. They'll have the more serious talk later. For now,]
I'll be glad to. I don't know if I have any favorite spots yet, but...
I guess that's just because I've hardly left the pod room since I woke up from the simulation. I just haven't had the time to go anywhere. [He raises his eyebrows, kind of optimistically.] I have the time now, though, so we can go out, whenever you're ready.
[He walks Nagito into the mess hall, and there are a few reasons he doesn't reach for the light switch on the wall. It's much darker in here than it was in the corridor, but not so dark that Hajime can't see where he's walking. There's enough moonlight in the room to make the basic shapes of the furniture stand out in the darkness.]
no subject
Hajime's fingers tremble slightly - hopefully not so much that Nagito feels them, but... if Nagito can hold Hajime's shirt like that, then surely Hajime can hold on to the fabric of Nagito's blue gown, right? It won't be weird, will it? He's... thinking way too hard about this, isn't he?
But it's hard not to think so hard. It's so hard not to be as aware of things as he is. It's a side-effect of his talent. He notices everything, now, and his brain is constantly analyzing everything he sees... Hajime has managed to relearn how to do normal things like a normal person would, but his talent is still capable of interfering. Like right now - if his mind wasn't analyzing his situation and every sensation excessively, Hajime might not be so nervous just walking Nagito to the mess hall.
It's kind of ironic. The reason he wanted talent, the reason he wanted to be talented, was so he could be more confident in himself, be a more confident person overall. But the talent given to him has just made him more inclined to think too hard, to analyse too deeply, to scrutinize even the smallest actions, things as small as fingers curling into his shoulder...
He sighs, and hopes Nagito doesn't hear it. He doesn't want Nagito to ask - Hajime doesn't know how he'd begin to explain this to him.
...He's going to explain this to him, at some point in the future, but that point isn't in the mess hall that's a few steps away. Though the hall would be a pretty good place for having a private conversation right now, what with its being quiet and empty, it's nearly one in the morning and Nagito has just woken up from a months-long nightmare. They'll have the more serious talk later. For now,]
I'll be glad to. I don't know if I have any favorite spots yet, but...
I guess that's just because I've hardly left the pod room since I woke up from the simulation. I just haven't had the time to go anywhere. [He raises his eyebrows, kind of optimistically.] I have the time now, though, so we can go out, whenever you're ready.
[He walks Nagito into the mess hall, and there are a few reasons he doesn't reach for the light switch on the wall. It's much darker in here than it was in the corridor, but not so dark that Hajime can't see where he's walking. There's enough moonlight in the room to make the basic shapes of the furniture stand out in the darkness.]
Nagito, um... Do you still like toast?