http://pseudovirtueman.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] pseudovirtueman.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2009-09-07 03:56 am (UTC)

"And that was your choice. This is mine."

Big Boss didn't do anything to actively discourage or encourage Fox touching him. Maybe it did make a difference how long ago Zanzibar had been for either of them, although he knew that even back then, Fox hadn't been too happy. Couldn't blame him for that, but at least it wasn't like Big Boss hadn't left him a choice -- no 'do or die', no. It'd been Fox who came back to him.

"Look," he started again, half turned to Fox, holding some plain clothes between his hands, "I won't make you choose, because I know I wouldn't like the answer," because it would hurt too much, "but in turn I expect the same from you. And I don't make empty promises."

He took a shaky breath, and only just now raised his hand to touch back Fox's, when he noticed for the first time the faint blue glow emitting from somewhere around his back. Huh. Tilting his head slightly, curiously, his gaze became questioning.

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