For a moment Ryuutaro did nothing, because he knew there was nothing he could do. As arrogant as he might be, he knew when there were situations to which he did not have the solution. He knew how this had to hurt Hayato, even if he could not understand on a personal basis.
Sometimes he wondered, why their lives had not just been switched. He had everything he never wanted and Hayato so desperately searched for. Meanwhile Hayato had been erased from his father's past - something Ryuutaro would've liked to see his own father do. At least he imagined it to be nice (it probably wouldn't actually be).
When Ryuutaro moved, breaking a tiny bit of the tension that hung thickly in the air doing so, he still did not say a word. Instead he moved his hand over Hayato's, a hand so much bigger than the one in the picture. He'd held the small hand and he'd hold this one now. There was literally nothing he could do about what happened at this house, with this family, but he could remind Hayato it was past now. They had a whole future ahead and he was definitely not letting go. Words would have done nothing in this situation, everything he could've said would've been shallow and hurtful. 'You don't understand!' Ryuutaro could almost hear Hayato say it and that was right. He couldn't. All he could do was stand next to Hayato and stay right there. Before trying to do other things he'd fail at, he'd just do this to the best of his abilities.
Ryuutaro looked at Hayato, his expression unreadable, but slightly empathetic, waiting for whatever Hayato decided to do. Cry or tear this building down... Ryuutaro was fine either way.
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He knew how this had to hurt Hayato, even if he could not understand on a personal basis.
Sometimes he wondered, why their lives had not just been switched. He had everything he never wanted and Hayato so desperately searched for. Meanwhile Hayato had been erased from his father's past - something Ryuutaro would've liked to see his own father do. At least he imagined it to be nice (it probably wouldn't actually be).
When Ryuutaro moved, breaking a tiny bit of the tension that hung thickly in the air doing so, he still did not say a word. Instead he moved his hand over Hayato's, a hand so much bigger than the one in the picture. He'd held the small hand and he'd hold this one now.
There was literally nothing he could do about what happened at this house, with this family, but he could remind Hayato it was past now. They had a whole future ahead and he was definitely not letting go.
Words would have done nothing in this situation, everything he could've said would've been shallow and hurtful.
'You don't understand!'
Ryuutaro could almost hear Hayato say it and that was right. He couldn't.
All he could do was stand next to Hayato and stay right there. Before trying to do other things he'd fail at, he'd just do this to the best of his abilities.
Ryuutaro looked at Hayato, his expression unreadable, but slightly empathetic, waiting for whatever Hayato decided to do. Cry or tear this building down... Ryuutaro was fine either way.