[He won't forget anyway, because hearing that his heart is pretty is a jigsaw piece he'll never be able to fit inside himself; one that will never lock in, and he'll have to hold it in his hands and carry it with him for as long as it's there. And he knows it's going to be there for a long, long time. For as long as Ren believes it. For as long as...]
[He doesn't mess it up.]
[He's trying hard not to. Probably harder than he's ever tried for anyone in his life. Maybe he'll succeed; maybe he won't; but it must mean something that he wants to do something right for her, this girl who likes cats and gets scared and probably grew up so damn lonely. And this... he doesn't really know how to define it. Ichimatsu has a lot of siblings. But...]
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[She buries her face into his back, and for all he's never accustomed to anyone's touch outside of his family, Ichimatsu doesn't flinch at all. Jyushimatsu has done this before. So has Todomatsu. And he's done it, too, sought comfort in his sibling's smell, the broadness of them just being there. It's familiar. And Ichimatsu isn't a cat, but he's a brother, and he might resist them sometimes but he comes with his own set of instincts for being one.]
[So he follows them.]
[He leans forward, slowly, just enough to disengage her weight. Then he twists around and pulls her into his side -- if she lets him.]
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[He won't forget anyway, because hearing that his heart is pretty is a jigsaw piece he'll never be able to fit inside himself; one that will never lock in, and he'll have to hold it in his hands and carry it with him for as long as it's there. And he knows it's going to be there for a long, long time. For as long as Ren believes it. For as long as...]
[He doesn't mess it up.]
[He's trying hard not to. Probably harder than he's ever tried for anyone in his life. Maybe he'll succeed; maybe he won't; but it must mean something that he wants to do something right for her, this girl who likes cats and gets scared and probably grew up so damn lonely. And this... he doesn't really know how to define it. Ichimatsu has a lot of siblings. But...]
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[She buries her face into his back, and for all he's never accustomed to anyone's touch outside of his family, Ichimatsu doesn't flinch at all. Jyushimatsu has done this before. So has Todomatsu. And he's done it, too, sought comfort in his sibling's smell, the broadness of them just being there. It's familiar. And Ichimatsu isn't a cat, but he's a brother, and he might resist them sometimes but he comes with his own set of instincts for being one.]
[So he follows them.]
[He leans forward, slowly, just enough to disengage her weight. Then he twists around and pulls her into his side -- if she lets him.]
[He doesn't say anything.]