[ at least she is no longer brainwashed. having also had his head fucked with today by whatever the hell that mess was, ichiro once again is just thinking about how much he wants to go home - his free hand is gently holding onto the picture of his brothers from his wallet, absently running over the glossy material like he can commit it even further to his memory.
he glances over the top of beau's head to kon, for a second, and then settles to gently rest his cheek on top of beau's head, getting a little more comfortable, too. quiet's fine. he can deal with quiet. ]
Mm. [ it wasn't much, either. he's not so sure he'll be sleeping well, tonight, if it's like any other night. ] Kinda miss our stupid pillow fort. [ this is a very gentle, quiet joke. ]
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he glances over the top of beau's head to kon, for a second, and then settles to gently rest his cheek on top of beau's head, getting a little more comfortable, too. quiet's fine. he can deal with quiet. ]
Mm. [ it wasn't much, either. he's not so sure he'll be sleeping well, tonight, if it's like any other night. ] Kinda miss our stupid pillow fort. [ this is a very gentle, quiet joke. ]