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[throughbamboo]

just bros being bros

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[doggonemad]

[ if he closes his eye, it's almost like being back in Saejima's old shitty apartment. almost, because the futon on his floor was never this comfortable.

but he can still burrow under the covers at least. ]

[throughbamboo]

[the futon was barely half the size of the bed, too, maybe (probably) less.

As he burrows, Saejima decides he's sick of the ceiling and shifts onto his side. Watching the lump of bro next to him is much better than the ceiling. Less like a dream, too]

[doggonemad]

[ after a moment, he mumbles: ]

Can feel yer eyes at the back of my head, bro.

[throughbamboo]

[he mutters back]

I ain't starin'.

[doggonemad]

[ rolls over, resituating himself so he can check that. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he meets his eye with a raised eyebrow]

Lookin' is different.

[doggonemad]

. . .

Bro.

[throughbamboo]

[what :( He shuts his eyes]

Whole thing's different. Hard not to.

[doggonemad]

So, what, yer lookin' at the one thing that's kinda familiar?

[throughbamboo]

Yeah. Lookin' long enough to make sure it's still real.

[doggonemad]

. . .

S'real, bro. Yer out. An' I ain't dead.

[throughbamboo]

. . . I know. Last part's the only one I really care 'bout makin' sure of.

[doggonemad]

[ watches him quietly for a moment, before reaching out to try and take his hand by the wrist. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he opens his eyes, watching that. He doesn't stop him or pull away]

[doggonemad]

[ tugs it over, resting his hand on his neck. not in a "strangle me, bro" sort of way, though, but just so he can feel his pulse through his carotid artery. ]

[throughbamboo]

[there's a brief, startled look on his face when realizes what Majima is doing, but then it softens into something more unreadable. He doesn't say anything, just rests his hand where Majima puts it]

[doggonemad]

[ there's no tension there because he's the one that put his hand there. after a moment, he moves his own hand away, leaving Saejima's there on his neck. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he's careful to rest his thumb against his jaw, not against his neck - no illusion of strangling.

After a moment]

That is pretty real.

[doggonemad]

[ they're past that. he knows Saejima would never kill him. that's partially why he took the gamble on the roof, holding out and stalling, knowing damn well his bro would follow his lead.

and if he leans in to his touch a bit, well. whatever. ]

Toldja.

[throughbamboo]

[if his thumb rubs against his jaw at that, also whatever]

It's good proof.

[doggonemad]

Thought so.

[throughbamboo]

Mmn . . . dreams never got this far.

[doggonemad]

Yeah . . . ?

[throughbamboo]

The ones like this, yeah. Always woke up before this.

["this" is broad, but the way his thumb moves again is pretty telling]

[doggonemad]

Tch. At least ya got dreams like this.