... Idiot. He was never going to figure it out, was he? Lelouch supposed he should have expected that, but then with how annoyingly unpredictable Suzaku's sudden insights were, it probably still wasn't safe. He'd come about as close as he ever did to apologizing outright himself at least, but then if Suzaku couldn't understand that either...
He did smile at the hand on the back of his, pleased and just so relieved that Suzaku wasn't recoiling from his very touch. This was the hand that had killed Euphemia, but if his knight wasn't disgusted by it-- it would probably be more accurate to say that he probably just wasn't thinking about it in those terms, but when Lelouch had been given no other real indication that there was hope--
He was being selfish again. Would that never stop? Suzaku hadn't rejected him, but that was a far cry from accepting him as a friend again. This had been exactly the line of thinking Lelouch hadn't wanted himself to give in to, but here he was yet again asking the impossible of someone he had already damaged beyond repair. If he hadn't been afraid of how Suzaku might react, he would have sent him from his room immediately before he could do anything else to hurt either of them, but--
A sudden yelp interrupted his thoughts, and Lelouch realized a second or two late that he had been the one to make that noise because Suzaku was-- was-- "What are you doing?!" Lelouch demanded, processing only that his knight was taking off his shirt and-- idiot, what was he thinking?! "You don't have to-- use the bedsheets or something!" But he was already shredding it and-- god, was he going to keep doing this all night? "I can't believe you," he muttered, the hand that had only just rested on his knight's cheek making an audible slapping sound as he clamped it over one half of his face. Idiot. Imbecile. Dolt. Moron. Fool. The list went on and on, but... really, how could someone be so--?!
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He did smile at the hand on the back of his, pleased and just so relieved that Suzaku wasn't recoiling from his very touch. This was the hand that had killed Euphemia, but if his knight wasn't disgusted by it-- it would probably be more accurate to say that he probably just wasn't thinking about it in those terms, but when Lelouch had been given no other real indication that there was hope--
He was being selfish again. Would that never stop? Suzaku hadn't rejected him, but that was a far cry from accepting him as a friend again. This had been exactly the line of thinking Lelouch hadn't wanted himself to give in to, but here he was yet again asking the impossible of someone he had already damaged beyond repair. If he hadn't been afraid of how Suzaku might react, he would have sent him from his room immediately before he could do anything else to hurt either of them, but--
A sudden yelp interrupted his thoughts, and Lelouch realized a second or two late that he had been the one to make that noise because Suzaku was-- was-- "What are you doing?!" Lelouch demanded, processing only that his knight was taking off his shirt and-- idiot, what was he thinking?! "You don't have to-- use the bedsheets or something!" But he was already shredding it and-- god, was he going to keep doing this all night? "I can't believe you," he muttered, the hand that had only just rested on his knight's cheek making an audible slapping sound as he clamped it over one half of his face. Idiot. Imbecile. Dolt. Moron. Fool. The list went on and on, but... really, how could someone be so--?!