Though J isn't much inclined to pull away right now, sitting down sounds really nice. He was walking around for a while before he came here, and now he's a little wobbly from all the emotion and adrenaline, too. It might help, really, to sit for a bit as his nerves recover. At this point, he's cried so much that he's careful even to avoid nodding, not wanting to make himself dizzy.
Even so, he hesitates a moment. There is, as far as he's aware, nowhere to sit here except at the piano. It's precisely where S means, probably, if only for that reason, but it still feels like a big step. They've only sat together like that a very small handful of times in the last half a year, and not at all for a long time before that, so long that J doesn't actually recall what the last time was. When he played again at Kagura, he was so caught on the fact of what he was doing that that bit, while noteworthy, wasn't quite as striking as it is now.
Still, they need to sit and there's really nowhere else and it's not like J doesn't want to; he's just aware. Lifting his head, he tugs at S's shirt, drawing him close enough to kiss. "Of course," he murmurs when he draws back, pulling slowly away, reaching for S's hands. Fingers intertwined, he leads S along with him toward the piano, his heart leaping wildly. "Over here." He sits slowly, carefully, knowing he's off balance enough he could tip over if he doesn't, and he doesn't want to make this more of a mess than it is. Even so, he doesn't let go of S's hands, letting out a quiet sigh at the relief of sitting. "Better?"
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Even so, he hesitates a moment. There is, as far as he's aware, nowhere to sit here except at the piano. It's precisely where S means, probably, if only for that reason, but it still feels like a big step. They've only sat together like that a very small handful of times in the last half a year, and not at all for a long time before that, so long that J doesn't actually recall what the last time was. When he played again at Kagura, he was so caught on the fact of what he was doing that that bit, while noteworthy, wasn't quite as striking as it is now.
Still, they need to sit and there's really nowhere else and it's not like J doesn't want to; he's just aware. Lifting his head, he tugs at S's shirt, drawing him close enough to kiss. "Of course," he murmurs when he draws back, pulling slowly away, reaching for S's hands. Fingers intertwined, he leads S along with him toward the piano, his heart leaping wildly. "Over here." He sits slowly, carefully, knowing he's off balance enough he could tip over if he doesn't, and he doesn't want to make this more of a mess than it is. Even so, he doesn't let go of S's hands, letting out a quiet sigh at the relief of sitting. "Better?"