[ There aren't often times when Tadashi doesn't know what to do or how to react, but there's something about the casual way Langa offers up a bite of food from his own plate, his own fork that gives him pause. It's the way he offers up the bite without a second thought that really hits Tadashi.
Not for the first time, it strikes him that Langa reminds him so much of how Ainosuke used to be when they were younger. Maybe that's what draws both of them to him so intensely. He represents what they were, what they could be again. That makes him precious in a way no one else could be. Tadashi wants to protect that, to keep Langa safe and happy like he failed to do with Ainosuke all those years ago. He's been given another chance with Ainosuke now and he's making the most of it, but it feels like there's something here, something between the three of them that fits.
He's just taken the bite into his mouth when Ainosuke enters the room. He can feel that there's a bit of whip cream on his lip, so blushing, he quickly wipes it away with the back of his hand.
Despite Ainosuke's words, instinct has Tadashi on his feet again, striding towards the closet door. He waits there at the doorway, ready to take any discarded garments or help however he can. Given the question aimed at Langa however, he stays silent for the moment. ]
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Not for the first time, it strikes him that Langa reminds him so much of how Ainosuke used to be when they were younger. Maybe that's what draws both of them to him so intensely. He represents what they were, what they could be again. That makes him precious in a way no one else could be. Tadashi wants to protect that, to keep Langa safe and happy like he failed to do with Ainosuke all those years ago. He's been given another chance with Ainosuke now and he's making the most of it, but it feels like there's something here, something between the three of them that fits.
He's just taken the bite into his mouth when Ainosuke enters the room. He can feel that there's a bit of whip cream on his lip, so blushing, he quickly wipes it away with the back of his hand.
Despite Ainosuke's words, instinct has Tadashi on his feet again, striding towards the closet door. He waits there at the doorway, ready to take any discarded garments or help however he can. Given the question aimed at Langa however, he stays silent for the moment. ]