[Change. It was the source of anxiety for so many people, and Rin could understand why. If Makoto was happy now, how could he guarantee that he'd be happy in a future that was different? Or something like that. Rin had never worried about change before it happened. For the redhead, the problems with change always crept up on him.
He'd rush into new and exciting situations. Rin had always been one to see the potential in himself and others. He knew that everything could be improved, and improvement was a form of change. To walk along the best path, sometimes you had to leave a well beaten trail behind. Rin had gone to Australia with those cliches in his heart.
Then his world had slowly darkened. Rin was changed, but not in the way he'd wanted. He'd grown farther from his friends and no closer to his dreams. There was a long while where Rin couldn't see the point, where he was convinced that his path had come to a dead end.
But that was all over now. His friends had come to his side. If that group was capable of reaching through the haze and anger that had surrounded Rin, they were more than capable of holding Makoto up through anything. Makoto who was always there for anyone who needed him, Makoto who was the warmest boy he knew. He would not want for support.
Really, whoever was on his mind was lucky to have him pining after them.]
Things have to change sometimes, so if you can be the one to make those changes yourself, shouldn't that be relieving? You won't ruin anything with them.
I think.
I wouldn't know because you haven't told me anything about this person. What are the little things? Even that much will let me know who we're talking about.
[The little things were important. Rin was the type to notice them himself, and saying that he only noticed them more just seemed like something a man in love would say. The redhead didn't consider romance a personal priority, but that didn't mean he was disinterested in it. Helping Makoto remained his first priority, and successfully gouging the information from his friend was second priority - but Rin also enjoyed hearing the musing of deep and true affection.
He bit his lip in anticipation, sitting up once more in bed. Now that the conversation seemed to be going somewhere Rin's frustration was beginning to wane. His fingers drummed the back of his phone as he waited for Makoto's response. Waiting like this wasn't getting any easier.]
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He'd rush into new and exciting situations. Rin had always been one to see the potential in himself and others. He knew that everything could be improved, and improvement was a form of change. To walk along the best path, sometimes you had to leave a well beaten trail behind. Rin had gone to Australia with those cliches in his heart.
Then his world had slowly darkened. Rin was changed, but not in the way he'd wanted. He'd grown farther from his friends and no closer to his dreams. There was a long while where Rin couldn't see the point, where he was convinced that his path had come to a dead end.
But that was all over now. His friends had come to his side. If that group was capable of reaching through the haze and anger that had surrounded Rin, they were more than capable of holding Makoto up through anything. Makoto who was always there for anyone who needed him, Makoto who was the warmest boy he knew. He would not want for support.
Really, whoever was on his mind was lucky to have him pining after them.]
Things have to change sometimes, so if you can be the one to make those changes yourself, shouldn't that be relieving? You won't ruin anything with them.
I think.
I wouldn't know because you haven't told me anything about this person. What are the little things? Even that much will let me know who we're talking about.
[The little things were important. Rin was the type to notice them himself, and saying that he only noticed them more just seemed like something a man in love would say. The redhead didn't consider romance a personal priority, but that didn't mean he was disinterested in it. Helping Makoto remained his first priority, and successfully gouging the information from his friend was second priority - but Rin also enjoyed hearing the musing of deep and true affection.
He bit his lip in anticipation, sitting up once more in bed. Now that the conversation seemed to be going somewhere Rin's frustration was beginning to wane. His fingers drummed the back of his phone as he waited for Makoto's response. Waiting like this wasn't getting any easier.]