Script Log: Momo & Ryoma
Date: Wednesday morning, right after Ryoma gets his ass kicked by Tezuka
Rating: G
Summary: Ryoma comes back and Momo, unable to leave him alone any longer, finally confronts Ryoma about the current situation. And wins the best friend of the century award *_*
Ryoma: ::Has just had his ass handed to him on the courts, has heard Tezuka speak to him in a way that's shaken him to the core, and the sun is barely freaking up yet. He storms back to his room, opening and shutting the door and pretty much forgetting to be quiet, throwing himself down on his bed (not Momo's this time) even though he's sweaty and dirty, facing away from Momo and throwing an arm over his face, not really trying to sleep - and not asleep, which is obvious from his breathing::
Momo: *barely got back to sleep for fifteen minutes when Ryoma storms back into the room, and is startled awake again, immediately twisting around to look at his best friend's back. What exactly happened, he has no idea, but... it immediately worries him* Echizen...? *there was no answer, which meant that Ryoma wasn't ready to say anything about it - Momo would give Ryoma fifteen minutes, and if he didn't say anything by then, Momo would make him because this was just becoming... really ridiculous* Mm... *sits up in bed, grabbing the sweatpants off the floor from where he kicked them off the night before, and just works on completely waking himself up while keeping an eye on Ryoma.
*...Twenty minutes later and Ryoma wasn't showing any sign that he was going to move sometime soon, so getting himself off his bed, Momo pads over to Ryoma's and kneels down beside it, dropping a comforting hand to the top of Ryoma's head* Look, Ryoma. *sighs a bit* You can either stop trying to hide from the world and tell me what's wrong, or I'm going to go to Tezuka myself, and find out what's been goin' on from him /again/. *he puts emphasis on that end word, wanting to let Ryoma know that he was serious*
Ryoma: ::starts as Momo puts a hand on his head - he'd heard Momo shuffling but hadn't realized he was getting up. He's about to mumble an apology for waking Momo (*again*) when the other speaks, and he feels all the blood drain from his face, though he doesn't... want to move. Or deal with this new information. He's silent a long moment before he finally manages to ask:: Again? ::He immediately realizes that he should've known Momo would know something. But it seems he knows more than just 'something'::
Momo: Mm. *makes a noise in the back of his throat, and leaves the hand atop Ryoma's head* I only know what I've drawn up on my own and from what Tezuka told me the other day. *reaches a bit further on Ryoma's head to brush his sweat-laden bangs away from Ryoma's forehead* I would much rather hear things from you, though. I don't want to have to go to him.
Ryoma: ::isn't sure what to say for a moment - after all, he doesn't know how much Momo knows, and 'the other day' seems so long ago now... though he assumes it must've been before Sunday. Maybe it's best to start there? He sighs, though Momo's hand feels... really nice. When he speaks, he can't seem to get his voice very loud:: I messed up. Really bad. With Buchou.:: And then ran away from it. And that only made Tezuka *mad*, and he was already *hurt*, and now Ryoma hurts and he's not sure how to stop any of it:: I tried to... explain. I dunno. It didn't work.
Momo: What didn't work? *absently plays with Ryoma's hair - he wants Ryoma to turn around, but will let him hide for a bit to start off*
Ryoma: ::closes his eyes, even though he's not looking at Momo in the first place:: I tried to... everything. I dunno. How I... I wanted to... with you, an'... I wanted to make sure that was okay, but he said... ::He can't quite bring himself to say it - it's been on repeat in his head - just like Tezuka yelling, when he thought Ryoma couldn't hear - and he doesn't have the strength to say it out loud:: Momo-sempai. I think I really broke his heart. ::Yamato-sempai was right. And somehow Ryoma can't forgive himself for that - especially after what Tezuka did today::
Momo: *it's only through years of being able to process muddled Ryoma speech that Momo can understand what Ryoma was starting to say, but Momo wants to hear everything before saying anything in regards to Tezuka* Can you start from the beginning of this whole... thing? I want to hear it from you, and I want your honesty, Ryoma. *runs a hand through Ryoma's hair* You don't have to hide from me. Please turn around?
Ryoma: ::Really, really doesn't want to turn around - be he owes it to Momo, to do what he's asked, so after a long pause he shuffles around under Momo's hand so he's facing the other, even if his eyes don't stay glued to one spot - Momo or not - for very long. He takes a deep breath:: Well, it was... I dunno, after you got here. Right before I guess I asked you out, or whatever. I mean... *Buchou's* the one who *told* me t'ask you out, y'know. ::pause:: I mean - not that I didn't want to. But... s'just he says that, and then a coupla days after I do, he... kinda... He said he liked me, I guess. An' - he said he wasn't gonna do anything about it, but... I guess I couldn't stop thinking about it. ::he's really pretty ashamed at how... stupid he's let this get, and pauses a moment, watching Momo's chest instead of his face::
Momo: *nods - he did figure Tezuka threw a wrench in there and confused Ryoma, but he can understand why Tezuka did... he probably felt the same relief Momo did when he was able to just say it to Ryoma himself* Keep goin'. *smiles at Ryoma, and keeps his hand brushing Ryoma's bangs away - he hopes Ryoma knows that he's not angry*
Ryoma: ::His eyes slip shut for a moment - he feels like Momo should be furious, but it's clear from his actions and the tone of his voice that he's not. He's confused, but keeps going, though he's not sure how to put things much anymore:: Well... I mean, it just... I dunno. I mean... It's really nice - havin' Buchou treat me like... like a friend. I dunno. ::he flushes a little, because he feels stupid and ashamed:: It was just... kinda hard to ignore. But s'not fair to you, an' I went to go... to talk to him, on Sunday. An' tell him all that. But he - fuck, Momo, he said he loved me. An'... I don't even know what I said but it was wrong, 'cause he was... really hurt. I don't know what I said wrong an' I don't know how to take it back. ::He falls silent, and despite Momo's hand in his hair, comforting, curls up a little:: An' now he says I'm not even fucking fit for the Olympic team. An' I'm not. Not like this.
Momo: *sits there in silence for a few moments, mulling over everything - he doesn't want to say it, but he has to agree with Buchou* Come here. *he sits on the bed and pulls Ryoma into his arms, holding him close* I think I have to agree with Tezuka - I don't think you're ready for anythin' like that right now. You're a mess. But, Ryoma. *nudges Ryoma's face up giving him no choice but to look Momo in the eye* I wish you were just honest with me, rather than hiding it and expectin' the answers to appear out of nowhere. *continues to keep his gaze trained on Ryoma's, not flinching when he asks the question* You have feelings for Tezuka, too, right?
Ryoma: ::sighs, and can't help but bury himself in Momo's arms, closing his eyes and trying to breathe in Momo's scent, because that's the only thing that's been allowing him to calm down enough to sleep lately, it seems, even if Momo hasn't held him like this before. But he has to silently agree with what Momo's saying (and what Tezuka said) - he *is* a mess and he knows it, but it's a mess he doesn't know how to clean up. He nods, wanting to look away but not able to, knowing Momo's also right about the rest of it too:: I... should've told you. I know. I just... you were.... I didn't want you to get mad at me too. ::it's stupid, because Momo *doesn't* seem mad. But he's worried that will change - Momo wanted honesty, and he has to nod at the last question as well. He still feels just as strongly for Tezuka as he ever did. He admits quietly:: Yeah. ::but that *doesn't* mean he doesn't have feelings for Momo, and he leans into Momo more, the only way he can say it right now::
Momo: I'm not angry, so don't worry about that. *tightens his arms a bit, and tucks Ryoma's head beneath his chin, using that to keep a place to prop his head on* Are... *pause* You prolly don't know. But... do you think you're doin' the right thing...?
Ryoma: ::is more relieved than he can really process that Momo's not angry, but he really... doesn't know the answer to his question, and shakes his head just a little underneath Momo's:: I... I dunno. Don't think it's... right t'hurt... Buchou like that. ::Not when he feels the same way:: But s'not right t'leave you either. ::He cares so much for Momo too; he's so exhausted by all of this, and he knows it's just... all his fault:: M'not... Maybe I just don't know how t'be an adult. ::he can't stop thinking about what Eiji-sempai said, but... he can't stop thinking about how when he tried to act like he thought he should, he did something so very wrong::
Momo: ... *puts a lot of thought into both things* Well... *doesn't know what exactly to say about Tezuka - he's very happy that Ryoma... well, did choose him, and while he knows for a fact that the most important thing to Tezuka is the bond they've had for years... there's still a nagging feeling that maybe Ryoma's making the wrong decision - Momo he doesn't want to think much about it, and lets things sit for a bit* The most important thing to Tezuka is just you, Ryoma - not his feelings. He... well, he's probably very hurt, but I don't know what you said so I can't say a whole lot about it. *lets out a slow breath* And... you don't know how to be an adult because you haven't ever had the time to be one. You've grown up, but you're still very much the child that we first met that day at Seigaku. You threw yourself into pro tennis after high school, and you basically withdrew from everything that we thought was important to you. We were very proud of you, but... *trails off - that's been something that Momo never did say... he was always hurt that it ended up like that - that they lost contact* My point is, though, is that you're being made to make these adult decisions... when you want someone else to. You don't feel like you can when you need to.
Ryoma: ::just listens to Momo a moment - he doesn't really have a response - everything Momo's said is true. Maybe he hasn't grown up. Maybe he lost contact because he was just a stupid kid. But he can't help selfishly thinking that he'd do it all over again, right now, if only it would keep him from hurting Momo or Tezuka any more... but he can't do that, and he hates that he can't do that - and also that he wants to do it:: I just take everything you guys give me an' throw it back in your faces. ::It really hurts to think about it that way, but Ryoma believes it’s true, and he would much rather *he* hurt than anyone else right now. If he could bury himself any more inside Momo's arms, he would, but he's as close as he can get, and just presses his face against Momo's chest:: M'sorry. I... dunno how else to be.
Momo: *opens his mouth to say something but realizes he can't say anything but...* Don't think of it like that. *suddenly envelopes Ryoma in a bear hug, clinging to Ryoma as tight as possible* Just... don't - I don't want you to say that. I don't want you to change, Buchou doesn't want you to change... damnit, Ryoma, you're too important to us all to say somethin' like that. *finds himself at a loss... he's never heard Ryoma so... defeated before - Momo has never, ever thought of it as Ryoma always taking, taking, taking and never giving in return*
Ryoma: ::wishes, for once, that maybe he wasn't so important - he doesn't like having this kind of power over Buchou - or even Momo - and maybe that's what still makes him a stupid little kid. He doesn't know, but he doesn't care right now - he's just too drained, so he settles for hugging Momo back, just taking deep breaths, not sure what else to do. But he knows he'd feel a hell of a lot worse if Momo wasn't here right now:: Don't... think I could change, anyway... M'just... sorry. F'r anything I did to you. Or Buchou.
Momo: *nods* I know. You're forgiven, though you don't have to apologize to me - you can't help that this happened... s'not like you expected it. *wonders what exactly happens from here, though* I just appreciate your honesty; that's most important to me.
Ryoma: ::frowns:: Well... I'd never *lie* t'you. ::maybe that was why he's been avoiding Momo - because he didn't want to explain what was going on when he didn't understand it himself, and he would never lie and say that nothing was going on. Not to his best friend. He sighs and slumps against Momo, content to sit for a while but he'll try to answer any more questions he has, even if they're not easy::
Momo: I know you wouldn't, you just weren't exactly tellin' me the truth, either, in not sayin' anything. *sticks a hand on the top of Ryoma's head again and closes his eyes* Buchou'll come around. He won't be angry forever. Give him some space for today... and then try talking to him after. You need to sort yourself out first and get your head together or else it'll be a mess again. *gives a little sigh*
Ryoma: ::weak laugh:: I think he's had enough of me f'r today. ::pauses, then sighs a little too:: Well... I guess I better show up to practice tomorrow, though. I should... apologize. ::he doesn't want it to go too long, but he also... doesn't know if he won't still be a mess by tomorrow. That seems awfully soon:: ... Hey. M'... sorry. You prolly wanna sleep or somethin'.
Momo: Mm, good idea. *rests his chin atop Ryoma's head again, and takes Ryoma's hand in his* Na, Ryoma? Just relax, alright? This will get sorted. Don't dwell on it anymore - give your mind a rest for a bit. *moves his chin to sit on Ryoma's shoulder and turns his face toward Ryoma* 'Kay? *kisses his cheek* And 'm not tired, anyway, so don't worry 'bout it. Told you I'm used to gettin' up early.
Ryoma: ::sighs, but nods - he doesn't know if he can do what Momo asks, but he also knows Momo's right. And he does want to relax. Desperately. All the tension from the... game, or whatever it was, earlier is giving him a headache. Hearing Momo say that things will work out is... more comforting than he thought it would be:: Nn, well... I am. Sorry f'I fall asleep... ::leans against Momo, feeling warm and comfortable and wanting desperately to sleep this off, even if it hasn't worked for the past two days::
Momo: *nods and lays down, bringing Ryoma down with him and snuggles him close again* You sleep. I'm gonna slip away for food later, but until then, I'll stay. Alright? Get some rest. *closes his own eyes*
Ryoma: ... Yeah. Okay. ::takes a few deep breaths and settles against Momo, feeling safe for the first time in a number of days:: Thanks. ::almost immediately starts to drift off::
Rating: G
Summary: Ryoma comes back and Momo, unable to leave him alone any longer, finally confronts Ryoma about the current situation. And wins the best friend of the century award *_*
Ryoma: ::Has just had his ass handed to him on the courts, has heard Tezuka speak to him in a way that's shaken him to the core, and the sun is barely freaking up yet. He storms back to his room, opening and shutting the door and pretty much forgetting to be quiet, throwing himself down on his bed (not Momo's this time) even though he's sweaty and dirty, facing away from Momo and throwing an arm over his face, not really trying to sleep - and not asleep, which is obvious from his breathing::
Momo: *barely got back to sleep for fifteen minutes when Ryoma storms back into the room, and is startled awake again, immediately twisting around to look at his best friend's back. What exactly happened, he has no idea, but... it immediately worries him* Echizen...? *there was no answer, which meant that Ryoma wasn't ready to say anything about it - Momo would give Ryoma fifteen minutes, and if he didn't say anything by then, Momo would make him because this was just becoming... really ridiculous* Mm... *sits up in bed, grabbing the sweatpants off the floor from where he kicked them off the night before, and just works on completely waking himself up while keeping an eye on Ryoma.
*...Twenty minutes later and Ryoma wasn't showing any sign that he was going to move sometime soon, so getting himself off his bed, Momo pads over to Ryoma's and kneels down beside it, dropping a comforting hand to the top of Ryoma's head* Look, Ryoma. *sighs a bit* You can either stop trying to hide from the world and tell me what's wrong, or I'm going to go to Tezuka myself, and find out what's been goin' on from him /again/. *he puts emphasis on that end word, wanting to let Ryoma know that he was serious*
Ryoma: ::starts as Momo puts a hand on his head - he'd heard Momo shuffling but hadn't realized he was getting up. He's about to mumble an apology for waking Momo (*again*) when the other speaks, and he feels all the blood drain from his face, though he doesn't... want to move. Or deal with this new information. He's silent a long moment before he finally manages to ask:: Again? ::He immediately realizes that he should've known Momo would know something. But it seems he knows more than just 'something'::
Momo: Mm. *makes a noise in the back of his throat, and leaves the hand atop Ryoma's head* I only know what I've drawn up on my own and from what Tezuka told me the other day. *reaches a bit further on Ryoma's head to brush his sweat-laden bangs away from Ryoma's forehead* I would much rather hear things from you, though. I don't want to have to go to him.
Ryoma: ::isn't sure what to say for a moment - after all, he doesn't know how much Momo knows, and 'the other day' seems so long ago now... though he assumes it must've been before Sunday. Maybe it's best to start there? He sighs, though Momo's hand feels... really nice. When he speaks, he can't seem to get his voice very loud:: I messed up. Really bad. With Buchou.:: And then ran away from it. And that only made Tezuka *mad*, and he was already *hurt*, and now Ryoma hurts and he's not sure how to stop any of it:: I tried to... explain. I dunno. It didn't work.
Momo: What didn't work? *absently plays with Ryoma's hair - he wants Ryoma to turn around, but will let him hide for a bit to start off*
Ryoma: ::closes his eyes, even though he's not looking at Momo in the first place:: I tried to... everything. I dunno. How I... I wanted to... with you, an'... I wanted to make sure that was okay, but he said... ::He can't quite bring himself to say it - it's been on repeat in his head - just like Tezuka yelling, when he thought Ryoma couldn't hear - and he doesn't have the strength to say it out loud:: Momo-sempai. I think I really broke his heart. ::Yamato-sempai was right. And somehow Ryoma can't forgive himself for that - especially after what Tezuka did today::
Momo: *it's only through years of being able to process muddled Ryoma speech that Momo can understand what Ryoma was starting to say, but Momo wants to hear everything before saying anything in regards to Tezuka* Can you start from the beginning of this whole... thing? I want to hear it from you, and I want your honesty, Ryoma. *runs a hand through Ryoma's hair* You don't have to hide from me. Please turn around?
Ryoma: ::Really, really doesn't want to turn around - be he owes it to Momo, to do what he's asked, so after a long pause he shuffles around under Momo's hand so he's facing the other, even if his eyes don't stay glued to one spot - Momo or not - for very long. He takes a deep breath:: Well, it was... I dunno, after you got here. Right before I guess I asked you out, or whatever. I mean... *Buchou's* the one who *told* me t'ask you out, y'know. ::pause:: I mean - not that I didn't want to. But... s'just he says that, and then a coupla days after I do, he... kinda... He said he liked me, I guess. An' - he said he wasn't gonna do anything about it, but... I guess I couldn't stop thinking about it. ::he's really pretty ashamed at how... stupid he's let this get, and pauses a moment, watching Momo's chest instead of his face::
Momo: *nods - he did figure Tezuka threw a wrench in there and confused Ryoma, but he can understand why Tezuka did... he probably felt the same relief Momo did when he was able to just say it to Ryoma himself* Keep goin'. *smiles at Ryoma, and keeps his hand brushing Ryoma's bangs away - he hopes Ryoma knows that he's not angry*
Ryoma: ::His eyes slip shut for a moment - he feels like Momo should be furious, but it's clear from his actions and the tone of his voice that he's not. He's confused, but keeps going, though he's not sure how to put things much anymore:: Well... I mean, it just... I dunno. I mean... It's really nice - havin' Buchou treat me like... like a friend. I dunno. ::he flushes a little, because he feels stupid and ashamed:: It was just... kinda hard to ignore. But s'not fair to you, an' I went to go... to talk to him, on Sunday. An' tell him all that. But he - fuck, Momo, he said he loved me. An'... I don't even know what I said but it was wrong, 'cause he was... really hurt. I don't know what I said wrong an' I don't know how to take it back. ::He falls silent, and despite Momo's hand in his hair, comforting, curls up a little:: An' now he says I'm not even fucking fit for the Olympic team. An' I'm not. Not like this.
Momo: *sits there in silence for a few moments, mulling over everything - he doesn't want to say it, but he has to agree with Buchou* Come here. *he sits on the bed and pulls Ryoma into his arms, holding him close* I think I have to agree with Tezuka - I don't think you're ready for anythin' like that right now. You're a mess. But, Ryoma. *nudges Ryoma's face up giving him no choice but to look Momo in the eye* I wish you were just honest with me, rather than hiding it and expectin' the answers to appear out of nowhere. *continues to keep his gaze trained on Ryoma's, not flinching when he asks the question* You have feelings for Tezuka, too, right?
Ryoma: ::sighs, and can't help but bury himself in Momo's arms, closing his eyes and trying to breathe in Momo's scent, because that's the only thing that's been allowing him to calm down enough to sleep lately, it seems, even if Momo hasn't held him like this before. But he has to silently agree with what Momo's saying (and what Tezuka said) - he *is* a mess and he knows it, but it's a mess he doesn't know how to clean up. He nods, wanting to look away but not able to, knowing Momo's also right about the rest of it too:: I... should've told you. I know. I just... you were.... I didn't want you to get mad at me too. ::it's stupid, because Momo *doesn't* seem mad. But he's worried that will change - Momo wanted honesty, and he has to nod at the last question as well. He still feels just as strongly for Tezuka as he ever did. He admits quietly:: Yeah. ::but that *doesn't* mean he doesn't have feelings for Momo, and he leans into Momo more, the only way he can say it right now::
Momo: I'm not angry, so don't worry about that. *tightens his arms a bit, and tucks Ryoma's head beneath his chin, using that to keep a place to prop his head on* Are... *pause* You prolly don't know. But... do you think you're doin' the right thing...?
Ryoma: ::is more relieved than he can really process that Momo's not angry, but he really... doesn't know the answer to his question, and shakes his head just a little underneath Momo's:: I... I dunno. Don't think it's... right t'hurt... Buchou like that. ::Not when he feels the same way:: But s'not right t'leave you either. ::He cares so much for Momo too; he's so exhausted by all of this, and he knows it's just... all his fault:: M'not... Maybe I just don't know how t'be an adult. ::he can't stop thinking about what Eiji-sempai said, but... he can't stop thinking about how when he tried to act like he thought he should, he did something so very wrong::
Momo: ... *puts a lot of thought into both things* Well... *doesn't know what exactly to say about Tezuka - he's very happy that Ryoma... well, did choose him, and while he knows for a fact that the most important thing to Tezuka is the bond they've had for years... there's still a nagging feeling that maybe Ryoma's making the wrong decision - Momo he doesn't want to think much about it, and lets things sit for a bit* The most important thing to Tezuka is just you, Ryoma - not his feelings. He... well, he's probably very hurt, but I don't know what you said so I can't say a whole lot about it. *lets out a slow breath* And... you don't know how to be an adult because you haven't ever had the time to be one. You've grown up, but you're still very much the child that we first met that day at Seigaku. You threw yourself into pro tennis after high school, and you basically withdrew from everything that we thought was important to you. We were very proud of you, but... *trails off - that's been something that Momo never did say... he was always hurt that it ended up like that - that they lost contact* My point is, though, is that you're being made to make these adult decisions... when you want someone else to. You don't feel like you can when you need to.
Ryoma: ::just listens to Momo a moment - he doesn't really have a response - everything Momo's said is true. Maybe he hasn't grown up. Maybe he lost contact because he was just a stupid kid. But he can't help selfishly thinking that he'd do it all over again, right now, if only it would keep him from hurting Momo or Tezuka any more... but he can't do that, and he hates that he can't do that - and also that he wants to do it:: I just take everything you guys give me an' throw it back in your faces. ::It really hurts to think about it that way, but Ryoma believes it’s true, and he would much rather *he* hurt than anyone else right now. If he could bury himself any more inside Momo's arms, he would, but he's as close as he can get, and just presses his face against Momo's chest:: M'sorry. I... dunno how else to be.
Momo: *opens his mouth to say something but realizes he can't say anything but...* Don't think of it like that. *suddenly envelopes Ryoma in a bear hug, clinging to Ryoma as tight as possible* Just... don't - I don't want you to say that. I don't want you to change, Buchou doesn't want you to change... damnit, Ryoma, you're too important to us all to say somethin' like that. *finds himself at a loss... he's never heard Ryoma so... defeated before - Momo has never, ever thought of it as Ryoma always taking, taking, taking and never giving in return*
Ryoma: ::wishes, for once, that maybe he wasn't so important - he doesn't like having this kind of power over Buchou - or even Momo - and maybe that's what still makes him a stupid little kid. He doesn't know, but he doesn't care right now - he's just too drained, so he settles for hugging Momo back, just taking deep breaths, not sure what else to do. But he knows he'd feel a hell of a lot worse if Momo wasn't here right now:: Don't... think I could change, anyway... M'just... sorry. F'r anything I did to you. Or Buchou.
Momo: *nods* I know. You're forgiven, though you don't have to apologize to me - you can't help that this happened... s'not like you expected it. *wonders what exactly happens from here, though* I just appreciate your honesty; that's most important to me.
Ryoma: ::frowns:: Well... I'd never *lie* t'you. ::maybe that was why he's been avoiding Momo - because he didn't want to explain what was going on when he didn't understand it himself, and he would never lie and say that nothing was going on. Not to his best friend. He sighs and slumps against Momo, content to sit for a while but he'll try to answer any more questions he has, even if they're not easy::
Momo: I know you wouldn't, you just weren't exactly tellin' me the truth, either, in not sayin' anything. *sticks a hand on the top of Ryoma's head again and closes his eyes* Buchou'll come around. He won't be angry forever. Give him some space for today... and then try talking to him after. You need to sort yourself out first and get your head together or else it'll be a mess again. *gives a little sigh*
Ryoma: ::weak laugh:: I think he's had enough of me f'r today. ::pauses, then sighs a little too:: Well... I guess I better show up to practice tomorrow, though. I should... apologize. ::he doesn't want it to go too long, but he also... doesn't know if he won't still be a mess by tomorrow. That seems awfully soon:: ... Hey. M'... sorry. You prolly wanna sleep or somethin'.
Momo: Mm, good idea. *rests his chin atop Ryoma's head again, and takes Ryoma's hand in his* Na, Ryoma? Just relax, alright? This will get sorted. Don't dwell on it anymore - give your mind a rest for a bit. *moves his chin to sit on Ryoma's shoulder and turns his face toward Ryoma* 'Kay? *kisses his cheek* And 'm not tired, anyway, so don't worry 'bout it. Told you I'm used to gettin' up early.
Ryoma: ::sighs, but nods - he doesn't know if he can do what Momo asks, but he also knows Momo's right. And he does want to relax. Desperately. All the tension from the... game, or whatever it was, earlier is giving him a headache. Hearing Momo say that things will work out is... more comforting than he thought it would be:: Nn, well... I am. Sorry f'I fall asleep... ::leans against Momo, feeling warm and comfortable and wanting desperately to sleep this off, even if it hasn't worked for the past two days::
Momo: *nods and lays down, bringing Ryoma down with him and snuggles him close again* You sleep. I'm gonna slip away for food later, but until then, I'll stay. Alright? Get some rest. *closes his own eyes*
Ryoma: ... Yeah. Okay. ::takes a few deep breaths and settles against Momo, feeling safe for the first time in a number of days:: Thanks. ::almost immediately starts to drift off::