Script Log: Tezuka & Ryoma
Date: Saturday night (3/3)
Rating: G
Summary: Immediately after this log, Ryoma finds Tezuka. There is a lot of crying, followed by some cute.
Ryoma:::stumbles somewhat blindly down the hall, finding Tezuka's door and blinking rapidly even if that's not going to do anything at this point, knowing it's rude but just pulling open the door and slipping inside, shutting it behind himself and leaning against it, chest starting to heave::
Tezuka:*startles a bit, looking up from where he has flopped on his bed, reading a book* Echizen...? *before the word even finishes slipping past his lips, he realizes something is not right - the younger man looks half-panicked...*
Ryoma:::barely even registers Tezuka is in the room as whatever barriers he had up just kind of... break, and he sinks to the floor, sobbing as quietly as he can, burying his head against his knees::
Tezuka:*blinks, completely bewildered. He marks his place in his book and sets it aside before moving away from the bed to drop to one knee in front of Ryoma* Ryoma? *he extends one hand to rest on Ryoma's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze*
Ryoma:::belatedly realizes that Tezuka is in front of him, staying curled up in a ball for another few moments before giving in and kind of throwing himself at Tezuka's shoulder because he needs something to hold onto, still crying too hard to speak::
Tezuka:*wraps his arms around Ryoma - loosely at first before holding a bit tighter and resting his cheek against Ryoma's hair - he remembers Oishi doing this for him in moments of weakness... honestly, he is not very good at comfort. He remains quiet, moving only to rub a soothing circle over Ryoma's shoulderblades with one hand*
Ryoma:::doesn't need much in the way of comfort at the moment, because there's not much comfort can do - he cries for he doesn't know how long, until his throat is raw and his head is aching and he must be dehydrated, because the tears are thinning and he's exhausted, just trying to catch his breath, not sure he can speak yet::
Tezuka:*his shirt is soaked through with tears over the shoulder, and his muscles are starting to cramp from remaining so still, but it seems Ryoma is finally calming down a bit - or has at least managed to get everything out of his system* There is water on the bedside table. *though it is an offer, he states it flatly*
Ryoma:::processes that slowly, just sitting there, gasping for breath a moment, but his head hurts too much to get up and get water right now. He shakes his head a little, finally trying to pull stiffly away from Tezuka and leaning back against the door, eyes closed and swollen, but he manages to get a few quiet words out:: N-not right now. ::swallows thickly:: Sorry.
Tezuka:*gets to his feet, when he is free, and goes to get the water, setting it down beside Ryoma, in case he changes his mind... then settles beside him, leaning against the wall beside the door. He is not sure what to say - there is no handbook for what to do when your confident, snarky underclassman is overtaken with tears quite suddenly*
Ryoma:::slumps a bit, wanting to thank Tezuka for the water but too drained to say much more just yet - he actually ends up drifting just a bit, until the action of sliding sideways into Tezuka jolts him awake and he blinks, finally reaching over for the water and taking a sip, so that when he speaks, his voice is a little less raw:: Thanks. ::wipes at his eyes with the back of his hand, though it's not particularly helpful and they feel like sandpaper:: I didn't mean to....
Tezuka:Do you need rest? You may stay here, if you like. *he is not sure whether it is his place to ask for an explanation or not... he assumes Ryoma will tell him when he is ready. They have been honest with one another until now... at least, in the past weeks*
Ryoma:::flushes, though he's not sure whether it's with shame or something else, just barely nodding, not sure how to tell Tezuka - or even if Tezuka still... wants what he offered before:: C-can I? I.... ::takes another slow sip and leans back again, closing his eyes and speaking softly:: I think Momo needs t'be alone f'r a while.
Tezuka:...Of course. Are you alright to walk? You will get a crick in your neck if you sleep there.
Ryoma:::finds it in himself to somehow smile, just a little, and sets the glass of water down:: Yeah, I c'n walk. ::it takes a lot of effort to push himself into a standing position, slowly, and he's a little shaky on his feet, but upright::
Tezuka:*takes up the water in one hand, standing easily and setting the glass down on the bedside table, once more. He grabs his book off the blankets and also sets it aside* Lie down. You look like you need the rest.
Ryoma:::swallows and nods, stumbling over to the bed and collapsing on it, not quite making it as far as the pillows, but he doesn't much care, curling up on top of the blanket, the desires to sleep and to set things right with Tezuka warring with each other::
Tezuka:*pulls a chair over from where it was beside the desk, picking up his book once more* I'll stay here if you need me.
Ryoma:::wants to say more, but he's already falling asleep. He sleeps soundly for a good half-hour or so, until he finally twitches a little and wakes, for a moment wondering why he feels like crap and why he's not in his own room until he remembers, and lays there watching Tezuka read for a few minutes, trying to absorb the situation and figure out what to say::
Tezuka:*is so lost in the book that he does not notice the eyes on him... or the passage of time - he is within a few chapters of finishing - it has been hard to put it down, especially as such a pleasant escape from life around him*
Ryoma:::watches him for another few minutes from his sideways vantage point, until the need to say... something grows too strong, and he opens his mouth - and nearly says 'Buchou' before he stops himself, thinking guiltily that that's no way to start a conversation like this:: ... Tezuka?
Tezuka:*startles, again, as though someone snuck up on him even though he was aware Ryoma was there the whole time. He looks at Ryoma over the edge of the book and hides his reluctance in setting it aside, once more. After sleep... Ryoma does not look much better - his eyes are puffy and red, his skin is pale - washed out* You're awake.
Ryoma:::doesn't quite miss the reluctance, and can't help but try to take the easy way out, one last time:: F'you wanna read... I didn't mean t'interrupt. ::After all, Tezuka said that the timing was wrong, that the cameras - Ryoma makes a face, rubbing the heel of one hand against one eye, feeling ashamed that he's trying to back out now:: I just - I mean... I just had a question.
Tezuka:*speaks a bit too quickly* No. It's quite alright - it was a good stopping place.
Ryoma:No it wasn't. You looked pretty engrossed. ::closes his eyes, lying there a moment more before very reluctantly pushing himself into a sitting position:: I just wanted to say... about what you said before. When I turned it down. It was wrong of me to do that. ::he's being vague because of the cameras but he hopes Tezuka will pick up on what he's trying to say::
Tezuka:... *he is not quite sure what to say - if someone comes to you to tell you it was wrong to say no to your advance... they do not normally bawl their heart out, first... at least, Tezuka assumed they did not*
Ryoma:::glances away, looking out the window, at nothing in particular:: S'just... I talked to Momo. That's why.... ::pauses a moment - it still hurts, but they're going to be okay. Just... not tonight, and he knows it::
Tezuka:...*puts a hand to one of Ryoma's knees - it's meant to be a comforting gesture* I love you. I am patient. I want you to be happy. I know Momoshiro is thinking all of these things, as well.
Ryoma:::frowns, shaking his head:: No - no you don't get it. I *mean*.... I mean you don't have to be patient. ::pauses:: I mean... ::sighs:: I didn't want to just assume you'd... want me now.
Tezuka:... *frowns a bit, but processes this. Suddenly, he feels himself blushing as it clicks, and he looks down away from Ryoma's face to gather his thoughts... that was... unexpected... He had not been prepared for it, even if...* I want you. *his voice is certain, even if he can feel himself trembling just a bit*
Ryoma:::shrugs a little, nonchalantly, though he's feeling anything but nonchalant right now:: Then... you c’n have me. It's... what I want., too.
Tezuka:*looks back at Ryoma, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. That tone of Ryoma's voice... is so... him. Brat. But... once more he is at a loss for words* You were bawling when you came in here.
Ryoma:Well... I... ::falters a bit, though he's not going to cry anymore; his voice is quiet again when he speaks:: Momo means a lot t'me. As much as you do. An' I know I hurt him. Like I hurt you before. But.... but this is the right thing to do. ::Momo said it before, and they both believed it... and Ryoma's not going to throw that sentiment away now::
Tezuka:*nods a bit... he does not want his actions to hurt Momo, either, but if it is what Ryoma wants... he is not about to fight it* Do you feel relieved?
Ryoma:::can't help but laugh a little at that:: I think so. I mean.... I feel kinda dead. ::he just means from crying himself silly, because he can't remember the last time he cried that hard - he may never have:: I just... What I feel f'r you won't change what I feel f'r him. An' vice versa. I know that now. ::quietly, feeling a little selfish, admits:: M'relieved... you still want me.
Tezuka:*puts a hand to Ryoma's cheek, unable to keep from smiling - he knows his hand is shaking just a little* Well, you *look* horrible.
Ryoma:::laughs again, a little, out of sheer relief:: That would go with the feeling dead. I *feel* horrible. ::sighs and scrubs at his eyes again, though they're dry - a little too dry, now::
Tezuka:*stands* It's late. *pauses* You are welcome to stay, of course. I need to brush my teeth.
Ryoma:F'you don't mind, I will stay... ::fully plans to sleep wherever and however Tezuka tells him to sleep, though - he knows this was unexpected and at least a little bit of an intrusion, whether Tezuka admits it or not:: But you go do that then. ::sits on the bed and waits, trying to run fingers through slightly matted hair::
Tezuka:*goes into the bathroom and closes the door behind him... some part of him is flailing with joy on the inside, but it goes relatively ignored as he brushes his teeth and washes his face calmly before returning to the room* Do you need something to change into...? ...Though, I believe we've both learned our lesson... *goes to the dresser to get pajamas for himself*
Ryoma:::thinks a moment - his shirt is kind of sweaty and gross, but... :: F'you had a shirt....
Tezuka:*rifles through his drawer before he finds a shirt that is actually quite tight on him - it was a gag gift from Sengoku a few years back... it might fit Ryoma. He tosses the shirt back to the bed and quickly changes into his own flannel pants and a solid color t-shirt* If you like it, it's yours. I look like a... *frowns* Well, like a male stripper in that thing.
Ryoma:::picks up the shirt, but can't help dissolving into a few snickers behind one hand at Tezuka's description:: I'd like to see *that*, ::somehow doesn't quite believe him, but sighs, a little amused nonetheless, pulling his own shirt off and the new one on - it fits all right, still a touch too big but at least he's not swimming in it:: Thanks.
Tezuka:I'm not as flexible as they are - I'd look ridiculous trying to worm out of that thing. *glances back at Ryoma - he doesn't look nearly as silly as he did in the clothes that actually fit Tezuka comfortably. He goes and hits the lightswitch on the wall beside the door, leaving them with only moonlight, and goes to sit beside Ryoma on the bed* It's not going to be easy. We're both busy.
Ryoma:::that is definitely not the response he expected, and he has to snicker a few more times, until Tezuka comes over and sits beside him:: Yeah. But.... I promised Momo I wasn't goin' anywhere. An' the same holds for you. ::glances away even though the light is dim:: I won't run away. I'll make time. F'you want to. ::he knows Tezuka is busier than he is, right now::
Tezuka:*leans over a bit and presses a kiss to Ryoma's cheek* I want to. *though it is just a bit awkward with their height difference, he rests his head against Ryoma's, letting out a soft sigh* There are a lot of things I have been wanting to share with you these past years - victories, travel... life.
Ryoma:::finds himself blushing furiously, which is a rather foreign feeling, and he's glad it's mostly dark:: Well... nothin' stopping you anymore. ::feels like a silly schoolgirl, but finds Tezuka's hand and slips his own into it:: Look, I... didn't realize how stupid I was when I just kinda... disappeared. ::Momo told him, mostly unintentionally, how hurt he was, and Ryoma hasn't been able to forget it:: I don't think I wanna be alone anymore.
Tezuka:*folds his fingers gingerly around Ryoma's hand in return - it's a nice feeling, holding hands... one he is not terribly used to* "Nothing is stopping you, anymore." *lifts Ryoma's hand and gives the knuckles a kiss before letting their hands drop back between them* All is forgiven.
Ryoma:Yeah. nothing is. ::leans a little more heavily into Tezuka, feeling entirely like too many people are forgiving him too easily, but that he shouldn't question it so much, because he knows he'd do the same for them:: I'm... gonna go check on Momo tomorrow night. See f'he's okay. ::he wants to give Momo at least the day tomorrow, before seeing if there's any way he can help, despite knowing *he's* the problem::
Tezuka:*removes his hand from Ryoma's so he can instead loop it around his shoulders, urging him just a bit closer* I am glad it went... relatively well. I am sure all Momoshiro needs is time. He is your best friend - that has not changed.
Ryoma:::complies, shifting closer and nodding:: I know. ::takes a deep breath:: I just... You two are... prolly the two most important people in my life. S'just... hard to hurt either one of you. ::takes a shaky breath:: It'll be okay. ::can't help but nuzzle into Tezuka's shoulder a little - he feels guilty that no one is there to hold Momo, but at the same time he... really likes being held::
Tezuka:It will be okay. *his heart is picking up pace just a bit - this is comfortable - pleasantly foreign while at the same time oddly familiar* There is an expression - when God closes a door, he opens a window. Whether or not Momoshiro sees it this way is beyond my knowledge, but you have paved the way to a strong friendship - one that was beginning to atrophy with distance.
Ryoma:Hm. Yeah. ::closes his eyes a moment, pulling his knees up to his chest:: Momo's... the best friend I'll ever have. ::and he means that:: I'm not gonna throw that away again. ::breathes in Tezuka's scent, thinking it's very different than Momo's, but no less comforting, and he likes it::
Tezuka:*feels his eyes slide closed and can't be bothered to open them. A thread of humor sneaks into his voice when he speaks* I'll hold you accountable.
Ryoma:Heh. You can. I won't let you down. Or Momo. ::Everything is starting to catch up with him, now, and he's drifting a little, no matter how much he wants to keep talking.:: When's practice tomorrow?
Tezuka:Hm. *relaxing a bit, putting a bit more of his weight on Ryoma in turn* When we wake up?
Ryoma:::quiet snicker:: Which is five for you and eleven for me. ::doesn't actually follow that up with anything, though, enjoying the feel of Tezuka's weight against him:: ... F'you're gonna fall asleep too, though, we should lie down. ::chuckles softly, his heart both aching and content all at once::
Tezuka:Hm. *moves with some reluctance after a moment, removing his glasses and folding them on the bedside table beside the water glass* I'll take this side, if you don't mind. *motions to where they are already sitting*
Ryoma:::nods:: Yeah, s'fine. ::had wondered, the other day, if this wasn't the side Tezuka preferred - Ryoma likes sleeping closer to the door anyway, and he crawls stiffly over to the opposite side of the bed, pulling up the blankets and sinking down to the pillow, wondering if he should face the door or face Tezuka, but finally decides on the latter::
Tezuka:*settles under the blankets, as well, getting comfortable on his back but turning his head to face Ryoma - between the dark and just the bleariness of his bad vision, he can't quite make out Ryoma's face properly* Are you going to be able to fall asleep? I know it's quite early for you.
Ryoma:::nods against the pillow, eyelids already feeling heavy:: Yeah, think so. I think I could sleep f'r a week. ::curls up a little, still... wishing there had been a way to do this without having to hurt Momo so much. But regrets won't do him any good right now, and he's so tired that even though he knows this is all very important, it's beginning to wash out with exhaustion::
Tezuka:*quiet for a moment before lifting his arm between them to rest over the pillows to invite Ryoma closer - he is not the sort that exactly enjoys the whole concept of snuggling in bed, per se, but this is a special situation... and Ryoma isn't heavy and clingy like Sengoku* I won't wake you in the morning, then.
Ryoma:::blinks, but... even if he feels guilty, he's not going to turn down an invitation like that. He shifts closer - close enough to feel how warm Tezuka is, but not wanting to make him uncomfortable. This will take some getting used to - he can snuggle up to Momo without a second thought, but Tezuka's not Momo and there are different rules:: Thanks.
Tezuka:*gives Ryoma a light kiss on the top of his head, breathing in the lingering scent of his shampoo* Good night, Ryoma. *finally closes his eyes, and relaxes into the pillow*
Ryoma:::sighs a little, as content as he can be given the circumstances, and nods a little, closing his eyes as well:: Night. ::drops quickly into sleep::
Rating: G
Summary: Immediately after this log, Ryoma finds Tezuka. There is a lot of crying, followed by some cute.
Ryoma:::stumbles somewhat blindly down the hall, finding Tezuka's door and blinking rapidly even if that's not going to do anything at this point, knowing it's rude but just pulling open the door and slipping inside, shutting it behind himself and leaning against it, chest starting to heave::
Tezuka:*startles a bit, looking up from where he has flopped on his bed, reading a book* Echizen...? *before the word even finishes slipping past his lips, he realizes something is not right - the younger man looks half-panicked...*
Ryoma:::barely even registers Tezuka is in the room as whatever barriers he had up just kind of... break, and he sinks to the floor, sobbing as quietly as he can, burying his head against his knees::
Tezuka:*blinks, completely bewildered. He marks his place in his book and sets it aside before moving away from the bed to drop to one knee in front of Ryoma* Ryoma? *he extends one hand to rest on Ryoma's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze*
Ryoma:::belatedly realizes that Tezuka is in front of him, staying curled up in a ball for another few moments before giving in and kind of throwing himself at Tezuka's shoulder because he needs something to hold onto, still crying too hard to speak::
Tezuka:*wraps his arms around Ryoma - loosely at first before holding a bit tighter and resting his cheek against Ryoma's hair - he remembers Oishi doing this for him in moments of weakness... honestly, he is not very good at comfort. He remains quiet, moving only to rub a soothing circle over Ryoma's shoulderblades with one hand*
Ryoma:::doesn't need much in the way of comfort at the moment, because there's not much comfort can do - he cries for he doesn't know how long, until his throat is raw and his head is aching and he must be dehydrated, because the tears are thinning and he's exhausted, just trying to catch his breath, not sure he can speak yet::
Tezuka:*his shirt is soaked through with tears over the shoulder, and his muscles are starting to cramp from remaining so still, but it seems Ryoma is finally calming down a bit - or has at least managed to get everything out of his system* There is water on the bedside table. *though it is an offer, he states it flatly*
Ryoma:::processes that slowly, just sitting there, gasping for breath a moment, but his head hurts too much to get up and get water right now. He shakes his head a little, finally trying to pull stiffly away from Tezuka and leaning back against the door, eyes closed and swollen, but he manages to get a few quiet words out:: N-not right now. ::swallows thickly:: Sorry.
Tezuka:*gets to his feet, when he is free, and goes to get the water, setting it down beside Ryoma, in case he changes his mind... then settles beside him, leaning against the wall beside the door. He is not sure what to say - there is no handbook for what to do when your confident, snarky underclassman is overtaken with tears quite suddenly*
Ryoma:::slumps a bit, wanting to thank Tezuka for the water but too drained to say much more just yet - he actually ends up drifting just a bit, until the action of sliding sideways into Tezuka jolts him awake and he blinks, finally reaching over for the water and taking a sip, so that when he speaks, his voice is a little less raw:: Thanks. ::wipes at his eyes with the back of his hand, though it's not particularly helpful and they feel like sandpaper:: I didn't mean to....
Tezuka:Do you need rest? You may stay here, if you like. *he is not sure whether it is his place to ask for an explanation or not... he assumes Ryoma will tell him when he is ready. They have been honest with one another until now... at least, in the past weeks*
Ryoma:::flushes, though he's not sure whether it's with shame or something else, just barely nodding, not sure how to tell Tezuka - or even if Tezuka still... wants what he offered before:: C-can I? I.... ::takes another slow sip and leans back again, closing his eyes and speaking softly:: I think Momo needs t'be alone f'r a while.
Tezuka:...Of course. Are you alright to walk? You will get a crick in your neck if you sleep there.
Ryoma:::finds it in himself to somehow smile, just a little, and sets the glass of water down:: Yeah, I c'n walk. ::it takes a lot of effort to push himself into a standing position, slowly, and he's a little shaky on his feet, but upright::
Tezuka:*takes up the water in one hand, standing easily and setting the glass down on the bedside table, once more. He grabs his book off the blankets and also sets it aside* Lie down. You look like you need the rest.
Ryoma:::swallows and nods, stumbling over to the bed and collapsing on it, not quite making it as far as the pillows, but he doesn't much care, curling up on top of the blanket, the desires to sleep and to set things right with Tezuka warring with each other::
Tezuka:*pulls a chair over from where it was beside the desk, picking up his book once more* I'll stay here if you need me.
Ryoma:::wants to say more, but he's already falling asleep. He sleeps soundly for a good half-hour or so, until he finally twitches a little and wakes, for a moment wondering why he feels like crap and why he's not in his own room until he remembers, and lays there watching Tezuka read for a few minutes, trying to absorb the situation and figure out what to say::
Tezuka:*is so lost in the book that he does not notice the eyes on him... or the passage of time - he is within a few chapters of finishing - it has been hard to put it down, especially as such a pleasant escape from life around him*
Ryoma:::watches him for another few minutes from his sideways vantage point, until the need to say... something grows too strong, and he opens his mouth - and nearly says 'Buchou' before he stops himself, thinking guiltily that that's no way to start a conversation like this:: ... Tezuka?
Tezuka:*startles, again, as though someone snuck up on him even though he was aware Ryoma was there the whole time. He looks at Ryoma over the edge of the book and hides his reluctance in setting it aside, once more. After sleep... Ryoma does not look much better - his eyes are puffy and red, his skin is pale - washed out* You're awake.
Ryoma:::doesn't quite miss the reluctance, and can't help but try to take the easy way out, one last time:: F'you wanna read... I didn't mean t'interrupt. ::After all, Tezuka said that the timing was wrong, that the cameras - Ryoma makes a face, rubbing the heel of one hand against one eye, feeling ashamed that he's trying to back out now:: I just - I mean... I just had a question.
Tezuka:*speaks a bit too quickly* No. It's quite alright - it was a good stopping place.
Ryoma:No it wasn't. You looked pretty engrossed. ::closes his eyes, lying there a moment more before very reluctantly pushing himself into a sitting position:: I just wanted to say... about what you said before. When I turned it down. It was wrong of me to do that. ::he's being vague because of the cameras but he hopes Tezuka will pick up on what he's trying to say::
Tezuka:... *he is not quite sure what to say - if someone comes to you to tell you it was wrong to say no to your advance... they do not normally bawl their heart out, first... at least, Tezuka assumed they did not*
Ryoma:::glances away, looking out the window, at nothing in particular:: S'just... I talked to Momo. That's why.... ::pauses a moment - it still hurts, but they're going to be okay. Just... not tonight, and he knows it::
Tezuka:...*puts a hand to one of Ryoma's knees - it's meant to be a comforting gesture* I love you. I am patient. I want you to be happy. I know Momoshiro is thinking all of these things, as well.
Ryoma:::frowns, shaking his head:: No - no you don't get it. I *mean*.... I mean you don't have to be patient. ::pauses:: I mean... ::sighs:: I didn't want to just assume you'd... want me now.
Tezuka:... *frowns a bit, but processes this. Suddenly, he feels himself blushing as it clicks, and he looks down away from Ryoma's face to gather his thoughts... that was... unexpected... He had not been prepared for it, even if...* I want you. *his voice is certain, even if he can feel himself trembling just a bit*
Ryoma:::shrugs a little, nonchalantly, though he's feeling anything but nonchalant right now:: Then... you c’n have me. It's... what I want., too.
Tezuka:*looks back at Ryoma, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. That tone of Ryoma's voice... is so... him. Brat. But... once more he is at a loss for words* You were bawling when you came in here.
Ryoma:Well... I... ::falters a bit, though he's not going to cry anymore; his voice is quiet again when he speaks:: Momo means a lot t'me. As much as you do. An' I know I hurt him. Like I hurt you before. But.... but this is the right thing to do. ::Momo said it before, and they both believed it... and Ryoma's not going to throw that sentiment away now::
Tezuka:*nods a bit... he does not want his actions to hurt Momo, either, but if it is what Ryoma wants... he is not about to fight it* Do you feel relieved?
Ryoma:::can't help but laugh a little at that:: I think so. I mean.... I feel kinda dead. ::he just means from crying himself silly, because he can't remember the last time he cried that hard - he may never have:: I just... What I feel f'r you won't change what I feel f'r him. An' vice versa. I know that now. ::quietly, feeling a little selfish, admits:: M'relieved... you still want me.
Tezuka:*puts a hand to Ryoma's cheek, unable to keep from smiling - he knows his hand is shaking just a little* Well, you *look* horrible.
Ryoma:::laughs again, a little, out of sheer relief:: That would go with the feeling dead. I *feel* horrible. ::sighs and scrubs at his eyes again, though they're dry - a little too dry, now::
Tezuka:*stands* It's late. *pauses* You are welcome to stay, of course. I need to brush my teeth.
Ryoma:F'you don't mind, I will stay... ::fully plans to sleep wherever and however Tezuka tells him to sleep, though - he knows this was unexpected and at least a little bit of an intrusion, whether Tezuka admits it or not:: But you go do that then. ::sits on the bed and waits, trying to run fingers through slightly matted hair::
Tezuka:*goes into the bathroom and closes the door behind him... some part of him is flailing with joy on the inside, but it goes relatively ignored as he brushes his teeth and washes his face calmly before returning to the room* Do you need something to change into...? ...Though, I believe we've both learned our lesson... *goes to the dresser to get pajamas for himself*
Ryoma:::thinks a moment - his shirt is kind of sweaty and gross, but... :: F'you had a shirt....
Tezuka:*rifles through his drawer before he finds a shirt that is actually quite tight on him - it was a gag gift from Sengoku a few years back... it might fit Ryoma. He tosses the shirt back to the bed and quickly changes into his own flannel pants and a solid color t-shirt* If you like it, it's yours. I look like a... *frowns* Well, like a male stripper in that thing.
Ryoma:::picks up the shirt, but can't help dissolving into a few snickers behind one hand at Tezuka's description:: I'd like to see *that*, ::somehow doesn't quite believe him, but sighs, a little amused nonetheless, pulling his own shirt off and the new one on - it fits all right, still a touch too big but at least he's not swimming in it:: Thanks.
Tezuka:I'm not as flexible as they are - I'd look ridiculous trying to worm out of that thing. *glances back at Ryoma - he doesn't look nearly as silly as he did in the clothes that actually fit Tezuka comfortably. He goes and hits the lightswitch on the wall beside the door, leaving them with only moonlight, and goes to sit beside Ryoma on the bed* It's not going to be easy. We're both busy.
Ryoma:::that is definitely not the response he expected, and he has to snicker a few more times, until Tezuka comes over and sits beside him:: Yeah. But.... I promised Momo I wasn't goin' anywhere. An' the same holds for you. ::glances away even though the light is dim:: I won't run away. I'll make time. F'you want to. ::he knows Tezuka is busier than he is, right now::
Tezuka:*leans over a bit and presses a kiss to Ryoma's cheek* I want to. *though it is just a bit awkward with their height difference, he rests his head against Ryoma's, letting out a soft sigh* There are a lot of things I have been wanting to share with you these past years - victories, travel... life.
Ryoma:::finds himself blushing furiously, which is a rather foreign feeling, and he's glad it's mostly dark:: Well... nothin' stopping you anymore. ::feels like a silly schoolgirl, but finds Tezuka's hand and slips his own into it:: Look, I... didn't realize how stupid I was when I just kinda... disappeared. ::Momo told him, mostly unintentionally, how hurt he was, and Ryoma hasn't been able to forget it:: I don't think I wanna be alone anymore.
Tezuka:*folds his fingers gingerly around Ryoma's hand in return - it's a nice feeling, holding hands... one he is not terribly used to* "Nothing is stopping you, anymore." *lifts Ryoma's hand and gives the knuckles a kiss before letting their hands drop back between them* All is forgiven.
Ryoma:Yeah. nothing is. ::leans a little more heavily into Tezuka, feeling entirely like too many people are forgiving him too easily, but that he shouldn't question it so much, because he knows he'd do the same for them:: I'm... gonna go check on Momo tomorrow night. See f'he's okay. ::he wants to give Momo at least the day tomorrow, before seeing if there's any way he can help, despite knowing *he's* the problem::
Tezuka:*removes his hand from Ryoma's so he can instead loop it around his shoulders, urging him just a bit closer* I am glad it went... relatively well. I am sure all Momoshiro needs is time. He is your best friend - that has not changed.
Ryoma:::complies, shifting closer and nodding:: I know. ::takes a deep breath:: I just... You two are... prolly the two most important people in my life. S'just... hard to hurt either one of you. ::takes a shaky breath:: It'll be okay. ::can't help but nuzzle into Tezuka's shoulder a little - he feels guilty that no one is there to hold Momo, but at the same time he... really likes being held::
Tezuka:It will be okay. *his heart is picking up pace just a bit - this is comfortable - pleasantly foreign while at the same time oddly familiar* There is an expression - when God closes a door, he opens a window. Whether or not Momoshiro sees it this way is beyond my knowledge, but you have paved the way to a strong friendship - one that was beginning to atrophy with distance.
Ryoma:Hm. Yeah. ::closes his eyes a moment, pulling his knees up to his chest:: Momo's... the best friend I'll ever have. ::and he means that:: I'm not gonna throw that away again. ::breathes in Tezuka's scent, thinking it's very different than Momo's, but no less comforting, and he likes it::
Tezuka:*feels his eyes slide closed and can't be bothered to open them. A thread of humor sneaks into his voice when he speaks* I'll hold you accountable.
Ryoma:Heh. You can. I won't let you down. Or Momo. ::Everything is starting to catch up with him, now, and he's drifting a little, no matter how much he wants to keep talking.:: When's practice tomorrow?
Tezuka:Hm. *relaxing a bit, putting a bit more of his weight on Ryoma in turn* When we wake up?
Ryoma:::quiet snicker:: Which is five for you and eleven for me. ::doesn't actually follow that up with anything, though, enjoying the feel of Tezuka's weight against him:: ... F'you're gonna fall asleep too, though, we should lie down. ::chuckles softly, his heart both aching and content all at once::
Tezuka:Hm. *moves with some reluctance after a moment, removing his glasses and folding them on the bedside table beside the water glass* I'll take this side, if you don't mind. *motions to where they are already sitting*
Ryoma:::nods:: Yeah, s'fine. ::had wondered, the other day, if this wasn't the side Tezuka preferred - Ryoma likes sleeping closer to the door anyway, and he crawls stiffly over to the opposite side of the bed, pulling up the blankets and sinking down to the pillow, wondering if he should face the door or face Tezuka, but finally decides on the latter::
Tezuka:*settles under the blankets, as well, getting comfortable on his back but turning his head to face Ryoma - between the dark and just the bleariness of his bad vision, he can't quite make out Ryoma's face properly* Are you going to be able to fall asleep? I know it's quite early for you.
Ryoma:::nods against the pillow, eyelids already feeling heavy:: Yeah, think so. I think I could sleep f'r a week. ::curls up a little, still... wishing there had been a way to do this without having to hurt Momo so much. But regrets won't do him any good right now, and he's so tired that even though he knows this is all very important, it's beginning to wash out with exhaustion::
Tezuka:*quiet for a moment before lifting his arm between them to rest over the pillows to invite Ryoma closer - he is not the sort that exactly enjoys the whole concept of snuggling in bed, per se, but this is a special situation... and Ryoma isn't heavy and clingy like Sengoku* I won't wake you in the morning, then.
Ryoma:::blinks, but... even if he feels guilty, he's not going to turn down an invitation like that. He shifts closer - close enough to feel how warm Tezuka is, but not wanting to make him uncomfortable. This will take some getting used to - he can snuggle up to Momo without a second thought, but Tezuka's not Momo and there are different rules:: Thanks.
Tezuka:*gives Ryoma a light kiss on the top of his head, breathing in the lingering scent of his shampoo* Good night, Ryoma. *finally closes his eyes, and relaxes into the pillow*
Ryoma:::sighs a little, as content as he can be given the circumstances, and nods a little, closing his eyes as well:: Night. ::drops quickly into sleep::