[ tseng's never met that money before in his life don't @ him ]
Thank you.
[ he takes the onigiri and slides into the seat next to sasuke, making himself comfortable. something about the... odd domesticity of the moment settles low in his spine, making his nerves sweet with it. like so many intimacies, tseng can't quite face it head-on, but it's there in the way his body angles slightly towards sasuke's even as he faces the counter to eat. ]
Now is fine. [ it comes as no surprise that sasuke wants to talk about it. he'd told tseng, what feels like ages ago now, that discussion is something he likes in aftercare; the fact that tseng hadn't reached out first is shameful, curled like smoke in his stomach.
he turns a little further to regard sasuke straightforwardly, his gaze dark and searching. ]
Truthfully, I should have reached out earlier—I'm sorry that I didn't. I was thoughtless at your expense. [ let it never be said that tseng doesn't know how to own up to his mistakes. ] Are you all right?
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Thank you.
[ he takes the onigiri and slides into the seat next to sasuke, making himself comfortable. something about the... odd domesticity of the moment settles low in his spine, making his nerves sweet with it. like so many intimacies, tseng can't quite face it head-on, but it's there in the way his body angles slightly towards sasuke's even as he faces the counter to eat. ]
Now is fine. [ it comes as no surprise that sasuke wants to talk about it. he'd told tseng, what feels like ages ago now, that discussion is something he likes in aftercare; the fact that tseng hadn't reached out first is shameful, curled like smoke in his stomach.
he turns a little further to regard sasuke straightforwardly, his gaze dark and searching. ]
Truthfully, I should have reached out earlier—I'm sorry that I didn't. I was thoughtless at your expense. [ let it never be said that tseng doesn't know how to own up to his mistakes. ] Are you all right?