[Oh, he does. If asked, Rin would probably say that Rei gives more than what he gets, that it has been like this since long before they were even friends. But that would be like opening old wounds, and they would wind up talking in circles indefinitely.]
You feel...? [He lets his fingers venture into blue hair, encouraging with words and actions alike. Perhaps it's selfish, but Rin really wants to know how he feels about them, wants to hear about Rei's experiences and how similar they are to his own, wants to learn the things he can only assume from meaningful looks and comfortable silences. He wants to know it all, hear it from Rei's endearingly dorky narrative, fall even harder if his feelings are everything Rin hopes they are.]
Let me guess-- butterflies in your stomach?
[Said with a sheepish chuckle, a reference made in jest and a sad attempt at helping him along. Because as selfish as Rin might be, he doesn't want Rei to feel pressured, either.]
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You feel...? [He lets his fingers venture into blue hair, encouraging with words and actions alike. Perhaps it's selfish, but Rin really wants to know how he feels about them, wants to hear about Rei's experiences and how similar they are to his own, wants to learn the things he can only assume from meaningful looks and comfortable silences. He wants to know it all, hear it from Rei's endearingly dorky narrative, fall even harder if his feelings are everything Rin hopes they are.]
Let me guess-- butterflies in your stomach?
[Said with a sheepish chuckle, a reference made in jest and a sad attempt at helping him along. Because as selfish as Rin might be, he doesn't want Rei to feel pressured, either.]