Kenta blinked a bit confused as Neo moved his arms and pulled him closer. An arm going around his waist and a hand going into his hair. The gesture made his eyes slightly widen because he wasn’t expecting it. But he didn’t push Neo away like he would any other time. He didn’t call him an idiot or any names this time.
No. This time, he lifted his own arms up and wrapped them around Neo. He face going into the taller male’s chest. He nodded slightly from Neo saying he wanted him to be okay as well. He didn’t say anything though, letting the silence come.
It wasn’t awkward silence. It was a nice silence. For once.
Kenta moved his head slightly, put his ear on Neo’s heartbeat. Listening to it while closing his eyes. It was such a nice sound and he hoped the heartbeat would never stop. Whether it was Neo’s real heart or not, it was a lovely sound.
He opened his eyes as Neo spoke once more, breaking the silence. He did good? More like he screwed things up and tried his hardest to fucking fix it. But he didn’t argue with him.
"If you say so.. Come on.. you need sleep." He slowly lifted his head up. "And I’ll.. get going." That was the best option wasn’t it? Or maybe it was a good idea to stay here with him and make sure he was alright.
Sleep sounds like a wonderful idea, and Neo’s grip loosens just a little bit as he feels Kenta shift against him. His fingers card through the young man’s hair, absently rustling through it as the very tips leave trickling touches down the back of his neck, and he glances back down at him. His gaze is still a little glassy; Neo isn’t all there yet, part of him still broiling in the depths of his paranoia. The idea of Kenta leaving has that prickling sensation returning to his nerves again, and Neo has the barest state of mind to ask, very softly, “Do you have to?”
It’s probably detrimental asking the kid to stay with him. It’ll probably result into even further entanglement, and hell, at the state Neo’s in he might still run away from Kenta and not return to him until the week is up. His current situation is fragile, yes. It’s extraordinarily precarious, and if he isn’t careful then something is going to snap inside of him again. But beneath it all, Neo is still an experienced captain. And he is still capable of making the rational decisions, no matter how difficult those may seem.
He has yet to let go of him. The length of Neo’s arm is perfectly snug around the diameter of Kenta’s waist, and there’s even a little extra for his fingers to brush absentmindedly against his side. The hand that had been in the kid’s hair ends up snaking around his middle so both Neo’s limbs can wrap around him fully. Neo’s back curves forward just a smidge to accommodate the shape of the younger man against him, but he doesn’t pull close enough for the brunet in his arms to suffocate.
“Are your housemates going to worry.” Though it’s a question, it doesn’t come out sounding like one. He is mumbling absently into the top of Kenta’s head. “Are they going to punish you…”