[Yogi sighs, as he feels the warm touch sooth him, calming him down. He's grateful for not being pushed away, and that Taichi doesn't at least seem to be uncomfortable. Because Yogi's finding out, his friend is really warm and it comforts Yogi more than anything. He catches himself wanting to snuggle deeper into it and he stops himself, mildly startled by that desire.
He distracts himself by listening to Taichi, to the low sound of his voice, to the words, that are meant to calm him down and encourage him, and he closes his eyes, as he wait for them to sink in. Nothing will change, according to Taichi. Nothing about their friendship, or any other of his friendships. Even Hirato and Tsukitachi will probably stay, because if there's one thing he can't say about them, it's that they ever left him alone. The past doesn't matter after all. It doesn't matter, and it's completely up to him, what he does. It still scares him, what may have been, but he can't remain in one place forever, can he?]
Thank you...
[He says, because there's nothing else he can say to express how much Taichi's support means to him, and finally raised his head to look at his friend, with a small apologetic smile.]
I'm sorry. You're probably sick of hearing me whine. I promise I'll be more resolved from now on.
[He's not sure if he's promising it to Taichi, or to himself, but at least it puts a small smile back on his face, one that he shares with his friend, only to suddenly notice, how close they are. He's still in his friend's personal space, his hand gently grasping the blue pullover, where he had fisted it without noticing he was doing it. Taichi's warmth is all around him and Taichi's warm eyes are looking at him from close up, and Yogi can feel his cheeks heating in a blush, that he can't explain. He knows he should pull away, but he's comfy and warm and it feels good to embraced like this.]
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He distracts himself by listening to Taichi, to the low sound of his voice, to the words, that are meant to calm him down and encourage him, and he closes his eyes, as he wait for them to sink in. Nothing will change, according to Taichi. Nothing about their friendship, or any other of his friendships. Even Hirato and Tsukitachi will probably stay, because if there's one thing he can't say about them, it's that they ever left him alone. The past doesn't matter after all. It doesn't matter, and it's completely up to him, what he does. It still scares him, what may have been, but he can't remain in one place forever, can he?]
Thank you...
[He says, because there's nothing else he can say to express how much Taichi's support means to him, and finally raised his head to look at his friend, with a small apologetic smile.]
I'm sorry. You're probably sick of hearing me whine. I promise I'll be more resolved from now on.
[He's not sure if he's promising it to Taichi, or to himself, but at least it puts a small smile back on his face, one that he shares with his friend, only to suddenly notice, how close they are. He's still in his friend's personal space, his hand gently grasping the blue pullover, where he had fisted it without noticing he was doing it. Taichi's warmth is all around him and Taichi's warm eyes are looking at him from close up, and Yogi can feel his cheeks heating in a blush, that he can't explain. He knows he should pull away, but he's comfy and warm and it feels good to embraced like this.]