[ Mine’s stomach rumbles in sympathy, threatening to empty itself again. It’s dangerous when he’s in no position to get to the bowl, so he turns his head slightly, not to aim elsewhere but just to keep himself from gagging. While Nishikiyama’s so focused, Mine‘s throat still clenches with short spasm.
Then he takes a deep, settling breath. Mine feels like he‘s found sobriety for a moment when his own urge disappears, but with Nishikiyama still at the edge of his vision he sees strands of just wetted hair fall in front of his ear. Reacting more than thinking, for once, Mine reaches forward and combs his fingers into it, pulling back what he can grab across the top of Nishikiyama‘s head. He leans over the other man, still off balance, dizzy, a wince across his face. ]
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Then he takes a deep, settling breath. Mine feels like he‘s found sobriety for a moment when his own urge disappears, but with Nishikiyama still at the edge of his vision he sees strands of just wetted hair fall in front of his ear. Reacting more than thinking, for once, Mine reaches forward and combs his fingers into it, pulling back what he can grab across the top of Nishikiyama‘s head. He leans over the other man, still off balance, dizzy, a wince across his face. ]