[Natsume is a little light-headed when he pulls away, resting his forehead against Junpei's, eyes still closed, breathing him in. He's torn between giddiness that he's found someone who affects him this much, and frustration that it's under these circumstances. That he has to leave this soon.]
I'll come back. [Soft, fervent, like a prayer.] I promise I'll come back.
[And then he's stepping back and away, before he loses the nerve, before he has to be dragged out. And then he's gone.
It takes two more weeks, but Natsume keeps his promise. He comes back, books a room with money from god knows where, sprawls back on the heart-shaped bed while he waits.]
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I'll come back. [Soft, fervent, like a prayer.] I promise I'll come back.
[And then he's stepping back and away, before he loses the nerve, before he has to be dragged out. And then he's gone.
It takes two more weeks, but Natsume keeps his promise. He comes back, books a room with money from god knows where, sprawls back on the heart-shaped bed while he waits.]