[It's a stare he can't meet, looking down at their shared table. Again with the compliments from him...]
We both know I haven't.
[This city has been his whole life, and he's never dared venture out of it. If asked, he'd say there was never any need, or that he had school to finish, and then his job, but...]
[He thinks of what it will be like, now. Passing from motel to motel, each of them empty places with the bare minimum to pass as a place where others lived even if only temporarily... "Liminal Spaces" he's read on the internet, and the whole experience matches what's been so much of his life too well. Enough that he's frightened of them, in a way, scared as if he will just fade away himself until he's nothing but a ghost passing from one place to another with the only thing making him material being his actions as an exorcist.]
[Once, that would have been enough for him. Any mark he could leave on the world was satisfying, even if only in a one off occasion where he got rid of some spiritual trespasser. But here, with Mukuro's legs brushing against his and the small table keeping them so close, it's...]
Do you want to come with me?
[The words are out of his mouth before he can stop himself, and his fingers curl tighter around his fork. He has touched neither food or wine, but he isn't sure he could keep them down with the lump in his throat. The truth of the matter is that only two things in the world make him feel like he exists: his connection to God, which has been the entire foundation of his life since he was young, and the demon sitting opposite of him, arguments and sensual touches making him feel as if he actually has a body instead of just being an intangible spirit in life.]
[As guilty as it makes him feel... Mukuro makes him feel alive. And how sad is that?]
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We both know I haven't.
[This city has been his whole life, and he's never dared venture out of it. If asked, he'd say there was never any need, or that he had school to finish, and then his job, but...]
[He thinks of what it will be like, now. Passing from motel to motel, each of them empty places with the bare minimum to pass as a place where others lived even if only temporarily... "Liminal Spaces" he's read on the internet, and the whole experience matches what's been so much of his life too well. Enough that he's frightened of them, in a way, scared as if he will just fade away himself until he's nothing but a ghost passing from one place to another with the only thing making him material being his actions as an exorcist.]
[Once, that would have been enough for him. Any mark he could leave on the world was satisfying, even if only in a one off occasion where he got rid of some spiritual trespasser. But here, with Mukuro's legs brushing against his and the small table keeping them so close, it's...]
Do you want to come with me?
[The words are out of his mouth before he can stop himself, and his fingers curl tighter around his fork. He has touched neither food or wine, but he isn't sure he could keep them down with the lump in his throat. The truth of the matter is that only two things in the world make him feel like he exists: his connection to God, which has been the entire foundation of his life since he was young, and the demon sitting opposite of him, arguments and sensual touches making him feel as if he actually has a body instead of just being an intangible spirit in life.]
[As guilty as it makes him feel... Mukuro makes him feel alive. And how sad is that?]