[If Takatora's heart had been breaking already with everything else going on, the look Mitsuzane gives him is practically an audible crack. The hand on the side of Mitsuzane's face tenses, the arm around Mitsuzane's waist tugging him in again. It hurts far too much to feel so lost, to have no idea how to help Mitsuzane or how to make his brother happy. If there would be anything he could do, he would do it in an instant, but... there doesn't seem to be an option.
It hurts, to lose the hope that he could help the world and then to lose the hope of helping his brother on top of that.
Takatora's self-control has been slipping all night and even now, with the combination of his tired body and his fogged mind, he can't seem to grasp it. Which is how he finds himself nudging Mitsuzane's face towards, moving in to press a gentle kiss to the other's lips. It's the only thing his mind can think of in the moment, the only way it seems reasonable that he can help, even if it's not. ... but it's instinct, and the weight of his actions won't set in just yet.]
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It hurts, to lose the hope that he could help the world and then to lose the hope of helping his brother on top of that.
Takatora's self-control has been slipping all night and even now, with the combination of his tired body and his fogged mind, he can't seem to grasp it. Which is how he finds himself nudging Mitsuzane's face towards, moving in to press a gentle kiss to the other's lips. It's the only thing his mind can think of in the moment, the only way it seems reasonable that he can help, even if it's not. ... but it's instinct, and the weight of his actions won't set in just yet.]