Suzaku jumped a tiny bit when he felt Lelouch's hand against his cheek, even though they were already making a fair amount of physical contact. This was different, however, and he stared at Lelouch in astonishment. Lelouch just kept shocking him tonight, and if he wasn't so sure that there was no deception involved he wouldn't know what to think. Lelouch's personality gave him whiplash.
But the touch was welcome, even if the words couldn't reach the bottom of the well Suzaku had dug for himself. Suzaku didn't know why, exactly, but it was like a reminder that Lelouch trusted him enough to drop all his shields. And maybe it was the realization that behind those shields was a person who looked remarkably similar to Suzaku's old friend. That was the most uncomfortable thing of all, but it didn't change the fact that its physical manifestation eased Suzaku's still-roiling confusion, if only for a moment. So he briefly touched his fingers to the back of Lelouch's hand, offsetting the frown that settled over his features at what Lelouch was saying.
What was Lelouch talking about? If Suzaku had misjudged him, it was his own fault. Not only did he have no idea why Lelouch would even want to take responsibility for that, but it was just wrong to keep Suzaku from bearing his own sins. It was yet another thing that didn't add up, why someone like Lelouch would care at all, let alone go so far for him. Suzaku deserved every piece of blame he could get, and no one could possibly want to take that off his shoulders, especially not someone so pragmatic as Lelouch. And especially not when Lelouch was the one Suzaku had hurt in the first place!
"I want to bear them," he said firmly, sliding his fingers along the back of Lelouch's hand as he pulled away, to show that it wasn't a rejection. He'd cleaned up the blood as best he could, and now the rag formerly known as Lelouch's shirt was covered with it. If the wounds were going to be bandaged, it would have to be something clean, so Suzaku only moved back far enough that he could jerk his own shirt over his head. He immediately grabbed the boxcutter and started shredding the shirt into a couple long pieces, before Lelouch could get the wrong idea and have a seizure.
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But the touch was welcome, even if the words couldn't reach the bottom of the well Suzaku had dug for himself. Suzaku didn't know why, exactly, but it was like a reminder that Lelouch trusted him enough to drop all his shields. And maybe it was the realization that behind those shields was a person who looked remarkably similar to Suzaku's old friend. That was the most uncomfortable thing of all, but it didn't change the fact that its physical manifestation eased Suzaku's still-roiling confusion, if only for a moment. So he briefly touched his fingers to the back of Lelouch's hand, offsetting the frown that settled over his features at what Lelouch was saying.
What was Lelouch talking about? If Suzaku had misjudged him, it was his own fault. Not only did he have no idea why Lelouch would even want to take responsibility for that, but it was just wrong to keep Suzaku from bearing his own sins. It was yet another thing that didn't add up, why someone like Lelouch would care at all, let alone go so far for him. Suzaku deserved every piece of blame he could get, and no one could possibly want to take that off his shoulders, especially not someone so pragmatic as Lelouch. And especially not when Lelouch was the one Suzaku had hurt in the first place!
"I want to bear them," he said firmly, sliding his fingers along the back of Lelouch's hand as he pulled away, to show that it wasn't a rejection. He'd cleaned up the blood as best he could, and now the rag formerly known as Lelouch's shirt was covered with it. If the wounds were going to be bandaged, it would have to be something clean, so Suzaku only moved back far enough that he could jerk his own shirt over his head. He immediately grabbed the boxcutter and started shredding the shirt into a couple long pieces, before Lelouch could get the wrong idea and have a seizure.