（ that's a soft little murmur. he lets one hand fall away from sasuke's hair, mind slipping briefly to consider his messy bedside table. there's an elastic there, some leftover bit of packaging from something he's bought, and he has to pull his mind into focus. it's difficult, like stepping through hip-deep molasses — but after a moment he manages it, and calls the elastic to hand without taking a chunk of his cheap formica table with it. then, very gently, he smoothes sasuke's hair back and works it into a little topknot to keep it out of his face.
which looks pretty silly, actually, and makes him laugh a bit, batting at the hair like an especially entertained cat. then, more sombrely — ）
I didn't make you anything. I just rounded off a few edges. You always were who you are. Don't give me credit where none's due. You got yourself here, t'che verai.
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（ that's a soft little murmur. he lets one hand fall away from sasuke's hair, mind slipping briefly to consider his messy bedside table. there's an elastic there, some leftover bit of packaging from something he's bought, and he has to pull his mind into focus. it's difficult, like stepping through hip-deep molasses — but after a moment he manages it, and calls the elastic to hand without taking a chunk of his cheap formica table with it. then, very gently, he smoothes sasuke's hair back and works it into a little topknot to keep it out of his face.
which looks pretty silly, actually, and makes him laugh a bit, batting at the hair like an especially entertained cat. then, more sombrely — ）
I didn't make you anything. I just rounded off a few edges. You always were who you are. Don't give me credit where none's due. You got yourself here, t'che verai.