Minoru rubbed his brother’s back. “He’s right. Anthean culture is all about forgiveness.”
He spoke, as Ziggy alluded earlier, from experience. They’d certainly had some disagreements of their own, but they worked them out. They compromised where they could, and in time, accepted what could not be changed. It had made their relationship stronger.
Isamu might never believe that the notebook wasn’t a test, but his mind no longer disputed the sincerity of the person that owned it. A part of him was still petrified, but his tension relaxed when Ziggy wrapped him in a gentle hug. He let out a breath he wasn’t aware that he was holding.
It wasn’t Anthean empathy, but something got through.
“I… would like that.” He nodded hesitantly, bowing a little less this time.
The thought of asking older Antheans, of course, hadn’t crossed his mind. But he had a two entire notebooks dedicated to experiment design on the subject of Anthean empathy alone - a topic that was best left unsaid.
“Come on, Bro. Ziggy needs to finish getting ready for the show. I’m sure the crew could always use an extra set of hands. Do you want to stay and watch the concert?”
“No, not particularly. No… no offense…” he looked up at Ziggy. This had been a very intense afternoon, and he really didn’t feel like facing any of his other newfound friends in this uncomfortably vulnerable state.
“Okay. I think we’re in London. We could always go to a pub.”
“Can we just go home?” Isamu asked softly.
Minoru smiled equally softly. “Of course, Bro. Of course. Just a sec.”
He moved to hug his koibito, thank him for everything and put some positive energy back into the mix. Ziggy may have the gift (and the curse) of prophecy, but Minoru was equally determined to make that mysterious future better. He didn’t bring it up again directly. This still wasn’t the time or the place, and Ziggy had a job to do out there. Instead, he filled his thoughts with the most love and happiness he thought he could manage and embraced Ziggy until he’d shared it all.
no subject
He spoke, as Ziggy alluded earlier, from experience. They’d certainly had some disagreements of their own, but they worked them out. They compromised where they could, and in time, accepted what could not be changed. It had made their relationship stronger.
Isamu might never believe that the notebook wasn’t a test, but his mind no longer disputed the sincerity of the person that owned it. A part of him was still petrified, but his tension relaxed when Ziggy wrapped him in a gentle hug. He let out a breath he wasn’t aware that he was holding.
It wasn’t Anthean empathy, but something got through.
“I… would like that.” He nodded hesitantly, bowing a little less this time.
The thought of asking older Antheans, of course, hadn’t crossed his mind. But he had a two entire notebooks dedicated to experiment design on the subject of Anthean empathy alone - a topic that was best left unsaid.
“Come on, Bro. Ziggy needs to finish getting ready for the show. I’m sure the crew could always use an extra set of hands. Do you want to stay and watch the concert?”
“No, not particularly. No… no offense…” he looked up at Ziggy. This had been a very intense afternoon, and he really didn’t feel like facing any of his other newfound friends in this uncomfortably vulnerable state.
“Okay. I think we’re in London. We could always go to a pub.”
“Can we just go home?” Isamu asked softly.
Minoru smiled equally softly. “Of course, Bro. Of course. Just a sec.”
He moved to hug his koibito, thank him for everything and put some positive energy back into the mix. Ziggy may have the gift (and the curse) of prophecy, but Minoru was equally determined to make that mysterious future better. He didn’t bring it up again directly. This still wasn’t the time or the place, and Ziggy had a job to do out there. Instead, he filled his thoughts with the most love and happiness he thought he could manage and embraced Ziggy until he’d shared it all.