[ As he watches Nishikiyama swirl the wine, Mine takes a sip as well, thoughtful on his own. His gaze follows Nishikiyama sitting back, shoulders and upper body leaner, once again without the jacket. Seeing the patriarch like that makes him feel privileged, observing the anomaly. Mine wonβt make up an untruth, that he's the only person to ever make it here and special just because. Yet that he has opened his bedroom to Nishikiyama is singular in fact. ]
No, I didnβt.
[ He admits simply, readily. Mine behaves differently in his own territory. He's getting more literate, reading Nishikiyama's nonverbal clauses, too. The mattress barely recognizes his weight shifting off again. Mine put his glass on the nightstand, several gulps of drink still in it. An arched floor lamp in lieu of one small one on the table exists just to illuminate beside the bed. It creates apparently more shadows than light even after Mine turns it on, and the regular lamps off. He lets himself be struck by the mood; he takes a seat along the same edge as Nishikiyama when he comes back. Mine's hand crosses over his lap. He leans in for the kind of kiss he'd hesitated to react to in the office, redeeming himself now. ]
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No, I didnβt.
[ He admits simply, readily. Mine behaves differently in his own territory. He's getting more literate, reading Nishikiyama's nonverbal clauses, too. The mattress barely recognizes his weight shifting off again. Mine put his glass on the nightstand, several gulps of drink still in it. An arched floor lamp in lieu of one small one on the table exists just to illuminate beside the bed. It creates apparently more shadows than light even after Mine turns it on, and the regular lamps off. He lets himself be struck by the mood; he takes a seat along the same edge as Nishikiyama when he comes back. Mine's hand crosses over his lap. He leans in for the kind of kiss he'd hesitated to react to in the office, redeeming himself now. ]