"It was implied, but they didn't..." he murmurs, then just stops and listens quietly. Koumyou's words make him inhale sharply, his fingers clenching into the wet weave of the towel. "Rust and ruin. They... really should have brought that fact up at some fucking point."
He stands, tossing the towel aside as he does. Koumyou's hair is as dry as it's going to get. He missed where the other man had appeared those cigarettes from, but he doesn't ask, too distracted otherwise.
"Thank you for telling me," he says finally. He hesitates then, one hand lifted and hovering uncertainly in the air, and almost leaves it at that--
He grasps the priest's shoulder, bending enough to just lightly rest his forehead against the crown of Koumyou's head. Battling down a feeling that it's presumptuous of him to even ask, he says, "You've seen a lot of people die, haven't you?"
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He stands, tossing the towel aside as he does. Koumyou's hair is as dry as it's going to get. He missed where the other man had appeared those cigarettes from, but he doesn't ask, too distracted otherwise.
"Thank you for telling me," he says finally. He hesitates then, one hand lifted and hovering uncertainly in the air, and almost leaves it at that--
He grasps the priest's shoulder, bending enough to just lightly rest his forehead against the crown of Koumyou's head. Battling down a feeling that it's presumptuous of him to even ask, he says, "You've seen a lot of people die, haven't you?"