[Shigeru can make contact, but touch may be a strong word for putting his hands on a creature that has no real mass and offers no resistance to any force. But even without his intent, the effect he has on what's around him is very real, the shade erasing whatever he reaches or whatever reaches him, even if the effect may be slow. Regardless, the yellow eyes return to Shigeru.
They would want it, he thinks, opening his mouth to say it. They would, if they knew what he really was, what he's done, what he intends to do. For those it would hurt, they'd move past it. But he stops before any of it becomes spoken aloud, brow furrowing with some surprise at the man's declaration. It disrupts his thoughts enough that doubt breaks its way into the certainty of his wish.
Could someone still want him to remain, knowing it all? He already has the proof of an answer to that question, doesn't he, even if it's only come from one as broken as him—one whom he's broken. A young man covered in his own blood, held in Onyx's arms, claiming he couldn't stand to lose his guardian despite everything. And...]
An agreement.
[His eyes lower from Shigeru's face, remembering. Not the simple promise for a night out, but the vows he made so long ago. Promises he can't go back on now, because if he did, just as Shigeru said he feels—]
It would all mean nothing, if I...
[Where the other man touches him, tiny wisps of shadow begin to rise away, leaving the shoulders underneath much more solid.]
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They would want it, he thinks, opening his mouth to say it. They would, if they knew what he really was, what he's done, what he intends to do. For those it would hurt, they'd move past it. But he stops before any of it becomes spoken aloud, brow furrowing with some surprise at the man's declaration. It disrupts his thoughts enough that doubt breaks its way into the certainty of his wish.
Could someone still want him to remain, knowing it all? He already has the proof of an answer to that question, doesn't he, even if it's only come from one as broken as him—one whom he's broken. A young man covered in his own blood, held in Onyx's arms, claiming he couldn't stand to lose his guardian despite everything. And...]
An agreement.
[His eyes lower from Shigeru's face, remembering. Not the simple promise for a night out, but the vows he made so long ago. Promises he can't go back on now, because if he did, just as Shigeru said he feels—]
It would all mean nothing, if I...
[Where the other man touches him, tiny wisps of shadow begin to rise away, leaving the shoulders underneath much more solid.]