[Lelouch's hand checking is forehead is a warm, familiar gesture. It quells the instinctual anxiety, at least a little bit. The echoes of the yelling still ring in his ears, but no matter how real they'd felt, he needs to get his head on straight. It's just nonsense, right? This is Lelouch, the one person who'd always cared about him more than anyone. The fussing got a bit embarrassing sometimes as they got older and he developed the normal self-consciousness of such things of a teen boy, but deep down he still always appreciated the constancy of Lelouch's love.
He should just shrug it off, this ridiculous stress over...just a dream, or whatever it was. If only to assuage his brother's worry.]
Do you hate me?
[...That's not what he'd meant to say, but it just spills out of him before he can help it.]
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He should just shrug it off, this ridiculous stress over...just a dream, or whatever it was. If only to assuage his brother's worry.]
Do you hate me?
[...That's not what he'd meant to say, but it just spills out of him before he can help it.]