[ sousuke is certainly thankful for whatever magical healing rin had convinced him to take part in. of course he'd been wary of it at first, but the way that he's able to have this back - that little twitch where his fingers move, being able to pull up his arm and have something there - it's amazing. in an almost embarrassing way, that he wouldn't tell a soul, but true.
and he's glad for the way it's given rin a chance to breathe. sousuke isn't stupid - he's noticed how his best friend will sometimes get quiet, eyeing the stub or the bandages or the place sousuke's hand should be. it's been awkward, and difficult, but they've worked through it. their friendship had lasted through it. and that should say something, shouldn't it?
it does, as far as sousuke is concerned. and the fact he's basically as good as new is something that has been on his mind lately. of course, his muscle mass has fallen to the wayside - an awful diet and a lack of training playing major roles in that. but he has an arm, his shoulder doesn't hurt. there's not a whole lot more he can ask for.
he follows rin almost blindly, making their idle chatter like they can, now. like they do. it's not until they stop, and rin is suddenly shifted his focus (hesitant and a little awkward) that sousuke realizes where they are. he stares at the door for a moment, then back to rin, his expression unchanged except for a slight, small smirk. ]
Rin. [ sousuke picks up his arm and looks down at his palm, curling his fingers a bit before closing it in a lose fist. he knows why rin is hesitating, why he's saying it, but- ]
You know, I'm pretty much healed, right? [ he looks back over, wondering if rin understands what he's saying. ]
action; bless
and he's glad for the way it's given rin a chance to breathe. sousuke isn't stupid - he's noticed how his best friend will sometimes get quiet, eyeing the stub or the bandages or the place sousuke's hand should be. it's been awkward, and difficult, but they've worked through it. their friendship had lasted through it. and that should say something, shouldn't it?
it does, as far as sousuke is concerned. and the fact he's basically as good as new is something that has been on his mind lately. of course, his muscle mass has fallen to the wayside - an awful diet and a lack of training playing major roles in that. but he has an arm, his shoulder doesn't hurt. there's not a whole lot more he can ask for.
he follows rin almost blindly, making their idle chatter like they can, now. like they do. it's not until they stop, and rin is suddenly shifted his focus (hesitant and a little awkward) that sousuke realizes where they are. he stares at the door for a moment, then back to rin, his expression unchanged except for a slight, small smirk. ]
Rin. [ sousuke picks up his arm and looks down at his palm, curling his fingers a bit before closing it in a lose fist. he knows why rin is hesitating, why he's saying it, but- ]
You know, I'm pretty much healed, right? [ he looks back over, wondering if rin understands what he's saying. ]