[They're thousands of miles from that train platform in Tokyo, but it all rings familiar enough that he knows there wasn't going to be any helping himself. His answer to the call to duty isn't going to change anytime soon.
The similarities after that are fleeting, gone from his mind as the lights bloom in the courtyard all around them. Jeremiah hadn't realized quite how dim it had been before then, but the young man standing before him comes into such sharper focus for it, framing the fall of his hair and bathing his face in warmth. The fit of Lelouch's hand tightens, almost in the same second that he wonders if he should try to let go, stalling them for a beat. Then two. The moment passes, the other man releases his grip, and it's not until he breaks eye contact and turns his back that Jeremiah finds himself able to inhale again.]
You're right. [Not an apology. Impassioned or not, his risk was still calculated and deliberately taken. Shouldering his hefty pack and securing it, faintly mirroring a smirk.] I'll strive to contain myself all the same.
[Keep rebuking him so softly and he's going to develop some bad habits, Lelouch.
From there, things move swiftly per their ever-timely schedule, Jeremiah in quiet tow to exchange any items between their parties. He's somewhat left on autopilot by the time he's fielding inquiries he might have had answers to, had he not tuned out Lloyd's ramblings on the subject in his youth, his gaze instead fixed to the boxes of herbal tea on the shelf. Translating isn't helping him ascertain much at all, unfamiliar with too many of the ingredients to imagine their flavor. What a team they make, when assigned a task like this.
He glances down into the basket.] Seems you already decided. [He returns the box he was holding to the shelf, brows still knit in indecision.]
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The similarities after that are fleeting, gone from his mind as the lights bloom in the courtyard all around them. Jeremiah hadn't realized quite how dim it had been before then, but the young man standing before him comes into such sharper focus for it, framing the fall of his hair and bathing his face in warmth. The fit of Lelouch's hand tightens, almost in the same second that he wonders if he should try to let go, stalling them for a beat. Then two. The moment passes, the other man releases his grip, and it's not until he breaks eye contact and turns his back that Jeremiah finds himself able to inhale again.]
You're right. [Not an apology. Impassioned or not, his risk was still calculated and deliberately taken. Shouldering his hefty pack and securing it, faintly mirroring a smirk.] I'll strive to contain myself all the same.
[Keep rebuking him so softly and he's going to develop some bad habits, Lelouch.
From there, things move swiftly per their ever-timely schedule, Jeremiah in quiet tow to exchange any items between their parties. He's somewhat left on autopilot by the time he's fielding inquiries he might have had answers to, had he not tuned out Lloyd's ramblings on the subject in his youth, his gaze instead fixed to the boxes of herbal tea on the shelf. Translating isn't helping him ascertain much at all, unfamiliar with too many of the ingredients to imagine their flavor. What a team they make, when assigned a task like this.
He glances down into the basket.] Seems you already decided. [He returns the box he was holding to the shelf, brows still knit in indecision.]
If you have expertise to lend here, by all means.