[Ichimatsu is entirely too piss-ass drunk to notice most of the subtler aspects of Reaper's reaction-- he catches the silence, and he doesn't wholly miss the way his eyes shift to the back of the room after glancing down at him. Since he hasn't taken full stock of the room himself, he doesn't understand the significance, but he can catch anxiety better than most. It helps, maybe, that for the first time since meeting him he can ever-so-slightly feel his heartbeat.]
[He's too caught up in realizing that and trying to discern if the silence is good or bad to notice his own arms have started to shake, and Reaper's left scooping at his middle comes at just the right time. It smashes him just slightly closer and he tugs himself upward, hooking his hands around his own wrists to stay there, even if his arms are gonna hurt in no time. Reaper's words settle his own heart which had started to climb up into his throat without him realizing the longer the silence stretched on, and he dully registers that the way he's draped on him the faintness of the wraith's heartbeat is in about the same space as his own, much stronger (much faster) one. He quirks his eyebrows together and his mouth pulls into a frown, at that, but he doesn't comment, choosing to focus on being called a necklace, instead.]
You know, like, nya, or something.
[If his arms squeeze subtly against Gabriel's neck, surely it's just both of their imaginations.]
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[He's too caught up in realizing that and trying to discern if the silence is good or bad to notice his own arms have started to shake, and Reaper's left scooping at his middle comes at just the right time. It smashes him just slightly closer and he tugs himself upward, hooking his hands around his own wrists to stay there, even if his arms are gonna hurt in no time. Reaper's words settle his own heart which had started to climb up into his throat without him realizing the longer the silence stretched on, and he dully registers that the way he's draped on him the faintness of the wraith's heartbeat is in about the same space as his own, much stronger (much faster) one. He quirks his eyebrows together and his mouth pulls into a frown, at that, but he doesn't comment, choosing to focus on being called a necklace, instead.]
You know, like, nya, or something.
[If his arms squeeze subtly against Gabriel's neck, surely it's just both of their imaginations.]