Separated? [The word comes out a little pitched with panic, Natsume's hands coming up to cradle Junpei's face, anxiously looking him over -- for injuries, maybe. But no, he just looks tired, exhausted even. Natsume can't remember being gone, doesn't recall what happened when he was his smaller self.
But it doesn't matter. What matters is that something happened and Junpei was alone. Whatever it was, he had to bear it and get through it by himself, which is the last thing Natsume ever, ever wants to have happen.
So he nods immediately, the thought of being apart suddenly completely unacceptable. He leans forward, presses his lips to Junpei's forehead, his cheeks, that spot on his temple he always hides with his hair.] Okay. Okay, we won't, not ever.
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But it doesn't matter. What matters is that something happened and Junpei was alone. Whatever it was, he had to bear it and get through it by himself, which is the last thing Natsume ever, ever wants to have happen.
So he nods immediately, the thought of being apart suddenly completely unacceptable. He leans forward, presses his lips to Junpei's forehead, his cheeks, that spot on his temple he always hides with his hair.] Okay. Okay, we won't, not ever.