Sangre waited for Akira’s reply, and when he did he frowned slightly. Allowing a few seconds of silence to pass, Sangre softly put his arm around Akira’s shoulder and looked at him as best he could. “Emotions don’t have a ‘right’ or a ‘wrong’. Have you read Romeo and Juliet? Both families are completely different, but they fall in love anyways despite how opposite their lives were. Of course the ending isn’t…that spectacular, but saying you have no right to care for someone is impossible to decide.”
Sangre then smiled slightly and spoke before Josh could come back in. “I promise you that he has feelings for you, I have never seen him the way he is around you. So if you think those things about yourself, just know that Josh cares for you, no matter if you want him to or not.”
Josh finished up, having new clothes on consisting of a deep green buttoned up shirt with stitched in emerald designs, black being incorporated in it a little as well. His pants were completely black, tying it together. Walking back into Akira’s room, Josh looked at Sangre and him on the bed, seeing his arm around him and yet again feeling an ounce of jealousy despite the chef being completely straight. Walking over, Josh then focused on Akira, curious as to what had happened before Sangre began to speak.
“Well, I should get going.” he gave gentle pats along Akira’s back before standing up. “Hopefully you’ll both be alright when I’m gone.” He muttered, focusing mostly on Akira when he said that.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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