[That's the problem, though. He's hurt many people. It's not like he's some flawless man, dancing through life as if its nothing.]
[He knows that for a fact. And there was one person outside of his daughter who made him feel flawless like that. It doesn't make sense to him, and somehow, it does. Kotetsu touches his daemon, and it's as if that's the same feeling. This similar, practically unwavering, trust.]
[(He shouldn't think about him. He shouldn't think about him. Stop thinking about him.)]
[But maybe this is too much for the other man. Eventually, he withdraws his hand, turning his head away to look at the couch.]
[...If it feels so good, why does he feel so sad at the same time?]
[ After Sholmes has turned away, he gives Irene one last pet and leans down to place a small kiss on her head. He crawls over, closing that small gap and leans to press his lips against Sholmes' ear. ]
Hey... I'm not afraid of what's in there.
[ He brings his hand up, trailing his fingers along Sholmes' arm. ]
I'm only afraid of you feeling alone. I don't expect you to tell me everything. I don't even expect you to tell me anything.
I just want you to know that I'm here for you.
[ His fingers trail back up, then reach to gently touch his cheek. ]
Not just the great detective of man famous tales. I'm here for the one and only Herlock Sholmes. The man. You don't have to put on a show for me.
["I'm here for the one and only Herlock Sholmes."]
[There's the urge to say "why, what did I do"? What persuaded him to love the whole picture, not just the detective? Is there even an answer to that?]
Come on, my dear. [His voice is thick as he finally gathers the strength to look over at him, reaching out to cup his cheek.] Who would I be without a good show, hm?
[But he gets what the other man is saying. He understands it well.]
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[He knows that for a fact. And there was one person outside of his daughter who made him feel flawless like that. It doesn't make sense to him, and somehow, it does. Kotetsu touches his daemon, and it's as if that's the same feeling. This similar, practically unwavering, trust.]
[(He shouldn't think about him. He shouldn't think about him. Stop thinking about him.)]
[But maybe this is too much for the other man. Eventually, he withdraws his hand, turning his head away to look at the couch.]
[...If it feels so good, why does he feel so sad at the same time?]
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Hey... I'm not afraid of what's in there.
[ He brings his hand up, trailing his fingers along Sholmes' arm. ]
I'm only afraid of you feeling alone. I don't expect you to tell me everything. I don't even expect you to tell me anything.
I just want you to know that I'm here for you.
[ His fingers trail back up, then reach to gently touch his cheek. ]
Not just the great detective of man famous tales. I'm here for the one and only Herlock Sholmes. The man. You don't have to put on a show for me.
[ A small huff of a laugh, in warm amusement. ]
Not if you don't want to, that is.
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["I'm here for the one and only Herlock Sholmes."]
[There's the urge to say "why, what did I do"? What persuaded him to love the whole picture, not just the detective? Is there even an answer to that?]
Come on, my dear. [His voice is thick as he finally gathers the strength to look over at him, reaching out to cup his cheek.] Who would I be without a good show, hm?
[But he gets what the other man is saying. He understands it well.]
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[ He stares at him, unwavering in that resolve. He is the type, after all, to stick to his values. ]
The very man I see before me.
[ His fingers stroke his cheek just a little more. ]
Not that I don't cherish and love that side of you, too.
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[His eyes are fluttering closed at that touch.]
Your heart has such immense capacity for kindness, my dear fellow.
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[ He rests his chin on Sholmes' shoulder. ]
I'm not always sweet and kind.
[ He lets out a quiet sigh, still watching him. ]
I'm not about to pretend either of us aren't holding baggage. That we don't have regrets.
...Even heroes have things that haunt them. That they're afraid to look back on. Things I want to share with you.
[ He lets out a small laugh, resting his head against Sholmes' shoulder. ]
I'm not that great at all of this, but I'm trying really hard. Because I want you to understand how I feel about you.