[this is exactly as suguru thought it would be: satoru directing his attention downward, doing his best to hone in on suguru's palm without seeing it or what rests within it. there is no way to pretend otherwise; satoru has little choice but to admit what suguru already knows, and suguru—well. suguru is left with all the choices in the world, really, because if satoru's eyes truly are somewhere in this car, then suguru could find them; he could take them; he could squirrel them away somewhere, or use them as a bargaining chip, or destroy them entirely. a satoru sans eyes is still dangerous, yes, but somewhat more manageable.
and yet suguru glances down at the charm he continues to hold between them, wondering how satoru would react, if he could see it. what expression would flash across satoru's face. if satoru would think him silly for holding onto such an small thing when he let go of things that were so much bigger.
but there's little point to thinking about such things, which is why suguru slowly closes his fingers over the cheerful little frog. hiding it from himself, and himself alone.]
I thought so.
[simple acknowledgment—of satoru's choice and satoru's situation—as he pulls his hand back, letting it rest, lightly, atop his knee. the many unpleasant possibilities continue to hang between them; it would be a lie to say that suguru is not turning them over in his mind, considering what would be best in the long run, but again: nothing in this life is simple. no decision involving satoru gojo is ever easy.
and there is stull much of this train to see. acting rashly now could cost suguru everything all over again, so rather than focus on one method of victory—a lesson he only recently relearned—suguru decides the best course of action is to stay the course.
(and beyond that? there is the fact that what satoru said is true: suguru does like annoying things.)]
Then what should we talk about? [and he can hear it all over again: it's no fun if i have to pick. even if this conversation proves to be serious, suguru wouldn't put it above satoru to fall back on silly antics; it's easier, suguru is sure, than remaining serious in the face of what is now in the open, and so, almost patiently:] This is your prize.
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and yet suguru glances down at the charm he continues to hold between them, wondering how satoru would react, if he could see it. what expression would flash across satoru's face. if satoru would think him silly for holding onto such an small thing when he let go of things that were so much bigger.
but there's little point to thinking about such things, which is why suguru slowly closes his fingers over the cheerful little frog. hiding it from himself, and himself alone.]
I thought so.
[simple acknowledgment—of satoru's choice and satoru's situation—as he pulls his hand back, letting it rest, lightly, atop his knee. the many unpleasant possibilities continue to hang between them; it would be a lie to say that suguru is not turning them over in his mind, considering what would be best in the long run, but again: nothing in this life is simple. no decision involving satoru gojo is ever easy.
and there is stull much of this train to see. acting rashly now could cost suguru everything all over again, so rather than focus on one method of victory—a lesson he only recently relearned—suguru decides the best course of action is to stay the course.
(and beyond that? there is the fact that what satoru said is true: suguru does like annoying things.)]
Then what should we talk about? [and he can hear it all over again: it's no fun if i have to pick. even if this conversation proves to be serious, suguru wouldn't put it above satoru to fall back on silly antics; it's easier, suguru is sure, than remaining serious in the face of what is now in the open, and so, almost patiently:] This is your prize.
[and he's already said his last words.]