[He's very quick to answer the question even if his tone doesn't change when he gives it. If he's put off in any way by Gen's intimacy, he doesn't show it (of course), not even to flinch. His breath is rose water on Gen's chin. He looks directly into Gen's eyes, his own old, old, old. Gen's eighteen little years are a drop in his everlasting bucket.
And tired. How can one person look so beautiful and so exhausted with living at the same time?
Gen's contempt is met with selfless empathy in the same soft voice as usual. He is going to have such strife talking to D, the young man whose arm he busted yet who still insists on extending him some kind of conversational goodwill.]
Is it so wrong to want to protect things other people might treasure?
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[He's very quick to answer the question even if his tone doesn't change when he gives it. If he's put off in any way by Gen's intimacy, he doesn't show it (of course), not even to flinch. His breath is rose water on Gen's chin. He looks directly into Gen's eyes, his own old, old, old. Gen's eighteen little years are a drop in his everlasting bucket.
And tired. How can one person look so beautiful and so exhausted with living at the same time?
Gen's contempt is met with selfless empathy in the same soft voice as usual. He is going to have such strife talking to D, the young man whose arm he busted yet who still insists on extending him some kind of conversational goodwill.]
Is it so wrong to want to protect things other people might treasure?