[Soubi couldn't believe he might never be able to talk to Ritsuka again. Even if the younger Aoyagi joined his brother, Seimei would keep them apart. They'd never be friends. They'd never be able to-- to just be with each other. It would be a blow just to come face to face. If Seimei let them see each other, it would only be to hurt them both.]
[His head drooped as he walked down the hall. He needed a moment. Just to take a breath, then he'd see whether Seimei needed him for the evening, or whether he could go home and-- and take a longer moment. Or whatever. He wasn't even sure what he would do.]
[He went into the restroom, far to the back, to stand in front of the frosted glass window. Even if anyone could see his face, if that Akame was wiretapping him, he didn't care. It didn't matter to Seimei that he loved Ritsuka. What mattered was... choosing?... Seimei, as Seimei had put it. Not that there had been a real choice.
[Of course, hurting Ritsuka was his fault, as Seimei had said-- it had to be, because Seimei had said it; Soubi only had yet to figure out how. Since he'd been ordered to go to Ritsuka and ordered to leave again, that much was correct-- his mistake must have been because of how he'd acted towards Ritsuka while they were together. He'd genuinely thought it would help them fight together better. He'd thought that was more important than not hurting Ritsuka. Maybe that was what he had thought that was so wrong. Foolish, stupid, naive Soubi. It was because of that that Ritsuka was hurt so much by their separation. Because of what he'd said, because of what he'd done, all the hugs and soft words, pulling that boy closer and closer to the root of painful severance. Ritsuka deserved so much more. He was such a good, loyal boy. He deserved a person who could love him and cherish him and treat him well, not just someone else's borrowed toy.]
[He tensed as he heard footsteps, and moved towards the door, prepared to pretend he'd been just using the restroom.]
[OOC: Feel free to have Ritsuka follow him, or not. He's sufficiently out of sorts that he hasn't really arranged any kind of smooth getaway or exit-- it's a breakup, not a crime scene. XD]
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[His head drooped as he walked down the hall. He needed a moment. Just to take a breath, then he'd see whether Seimei needed him for the evening, or whether he could go home and-- and take a longer moment. Or whatever. He wasn't even sure what he would do.]
[He went into the restroom, far to the back, to stand in front of the frosted glass window. Even if anyone could see his face, if that Akame was wiretapping him, he didn't care. It didn't matter to Seimei that he loved Ritsuka. What mattered was... choosing?... Seimei, as Seimei had put it. Not that there had been a real choice.
[Of course, hurting Ritsuka was his fault, as Seimei had said-- it had to be, because Seimei had said it; Soubi only had yet to figure out how. Since he'd been ordered to go to Ritsuka and ordered to leave again, that much was correct-- his mistake must have been because of how he'd acted towards Ritsuka while they were together. He'd genuinely thought it would help them fight together better. He'd thought that was more important than not hurting Ritsuka. Maybe that was what he had thought that was so wrong. Foolish, stupid, naive Soubi. It was because of that that Ritsuka was hurt so much by their separation. Because of what he'd said, because of what he'd done, all the hugs and soft words, pulling that boy closer and closer to the root of painful severance. Ritsuka deserved so much more. He was such a good, loyal boy. He deserved a person who could love him and cherish him and treat him well, not just someone else's borrowed toy.]
[He tensed as he heard footsteps, and moved towards the door, prepared to pretend he'd been just using the restroom.]
[OOC: Feel free to have Ritsuka follow him, or not. He's sufficiently out of sorts that he hasn't really arranged any kind of smooth getaway or exit-- it's a breakup, not a crime scene. XD]