[They know it wasn't. Carefully, they move to let go of their arm, so they can take their own hand and lace their fingers together. It's the closest they can come to holding hands with themselves.
It's hard to unify enough into a thought, and if Ryan asserts himself too much they'll rip apart again. But...this helps. Holding hands helps. Thoughts flicker to all of the odd ways they've held hands over the years, because it doesn't count if you just hold the back of someone's hand, right? Even if you curl your fingers over theirs, it's still not holding hands.]
...I like being us.
[And it's true. There's a little bloom of warmth, even though the self loathing isn't fully gone. That would take so much more than one conversation, but they like how they feel when they're together this way.
At first they don't know what they could think about or where they could steer things from here, but thoughts and memories don't necessarily come preplanned. They just happen sometimes, and they drift to other moments like this.
Like when in a sentient castle, after Ryan told Min the train knew he was garbage as if it was a statement of fact that he had hidden all this time, Min still decided he wanted to play with him. He still sat with Ryan and gently explained it was just a bad thought and nothing more. Ryan's heart fluttering when Min refused to leave him behind. They can feel how warm his face was, and how happy he felt playing the silly song they wrote when they were six in the most bizarre situation they possibly could.
Ryan doesn't always like himself, and definitely doesn't always love himself, but he's loved Min-Gi so much. Being with him feels good. He feels like someone actually sees him and cares about him and wants to be with him.]
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It's hard to unify enough into a thought, and if Ryan asserts himself too much they'll rip apart again. But...this helps. Holding hands helps. Thoughts flicker to all of the odd ways they've held hands over the years, because it doesn't count if you just hold the back of someone's hand, right? Even if you curl your fingers over theirs, it's still not holding hands.]
...I like being us.
[And it's true. There's a little bloom of warmth, even though the self loathing isn't fully gone. That would take so much more than one conversation, but they like how they feel when they're together this way.
At first they don't know what they could think about or where they could steer things from here, but thoughts and memories don't necessarily come preplanned. They just happen sometimes, and they drift to other moments like this.
Like when in a sentient castle, after Ryan told Min the train knew he was garbage as if it was a statement of fact that he had hidden all this time, Min still decided he wanted to play with him. He still sat with Ryan and gently explained it was just a bad thought and nothing more. Ryan's heart fluttering when Min refused to leave him behind. They can feel how warm his face was, and how happy he felt playing the silly song they wrote when they were six in the most bizarre situation they possibly could.
Ryan doesn't always like himself, and definitely doesn't always love himself, but he's loved Min-Gi so much. Being with him feels good. He feels like someone actually sees him and cares about him and wants to be with him.]