[ Mine is himself transfixed by his ability to confess so openly, for Nishikiyama allowing him to do so. Wordlessness comes after he has already said it all, but with it anxiety. He shouldn't feel like that, he gathers rationale to think. Mine has wanted to say this almost as much as he wants Nishikiyama to respond, now, shedding diplomatic prologue and careful replies.
He listens to and feels acutely the faint scrape of fingernails atop the fabric of his dress pantsβ Mine's right hand lifts from the wheel and he places it on Nishikiyama's wrist, directed to follow the movement. Even then, he hears his answer the most clearly. Yes, he wants Nishikiyama to want him.
No longer looking at the empty lane ahead, but at the other man in profile, Mine wants him too. Can he say it...? The request dries out his mouth. ]
βWe're almost there.
[ 'This' isn't something he's pictured. There is the suite Mine has reserved, anticipating that Nishikiyama would accept his invitation earlier, more private than a restaurant setting. They'll arrive to a table set for two and the rest of the room open to them. ]
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He listens to and feels acutely the faint scrape of fingernails atop the fabric of his dress pantsβ Mine's right hand lifts from the wheel and he places it on Nishikiyama's wrist, directed to follow the movement. Even then, he hears his answer the most clearly. Yes, he wants Nishikiyama to want him.
No longer looking at the empty lane ahead, but at the other man in profile, Mine wants him too. Can he say it...? The request dries out his mouth. ]
βWe're almost there.
[ 'This' isn't something he's pictured. There is the suite Mine has reserved, anticipating that Nishikiyama would accept his invitation earlier, more private than a restaurant setting. They'll arrive to a table set for two and the rest of the room open to them. ]