Hearing the anguish in Steve's voice was painful, hearing him believe it was not enough was worse. Suzaku knew that he was not the best as expressing how he felt, but had he fallen so far? So far that someone couldn't even tell when they had helped him, when they had been kinder to him than anyone ever should.
His forehead touched Steve's and he kept hold of his hand, not flinching or moving away from the touch. "You do." He told him quietly. "You do make me happier. I am sorry I am not good at expressing that."
Terrible at showing it, but despite the obvious torture his life here in hell was a lot less lonely, a lot less isolating than his life back in his world. Because of people like Steve who didn't give up, even when Suzaku tried to withdraw.
But he's at a loss as to how to make Steve see that.
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Date: 2021-11-25 05:13 am (UTC)His forehead touched Steve's and he kept hold of his hand, not flinching or moving away from the touch. "You do." He told him quietly. "You do make me happier. I am sorry I am not good at expressing that."
Terrible at showing it, but despite the obvious torture his life here in hell was a lot less lonely, a lot less isolating than his life back in his world. Because of people like Steve who didn't give up, even when Suzaku tried to withdraw.
But he's at a loss as to how to make Steve see that.