[That first sentence shouldn't have the strength it does, but Kinjou feels like a knife cutting through his chest, and he winces for just the briefest moment. He'll never forget the expression on Makishima and Tadokoro's face when he'd crossed that goal line, limping and bloody. They had no idea if he'd be able to recover, if he'd even be able to keep cycling.
He's promised himself he'd never put either of them through anything like that again, and yet here he is, worrying Makishima this badly.
Kinjou lets out a heavy sigh and reaches out to take one of those balled up fists, thumb rubbing over tightly clenched knuckles to sooth Makishima into relaxing.]
Makishima. [It's the only thing Kinjou says to get his attention.]
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Date: 2016-04-14 05:49 am (UTC)He's promised himself he'd never put either of them through anything like that again, and yet here he is, worrying Makishima this badly.
Kinjou lets out a heavy sigh and reaches out to take one of those balled up fists, thumb rubbing over tightly clenched knuckles to sooth Makishima into relaxing.]
Makishima. [It's the only thing Kinjou says to get his attention.]