Part of his stanch position that she did not know was mostly the fact that he wished she did not. Of course it would explain a lot of his absences lately - and sometimes his volatile moods when he would return - but it wasn’t as though the former king had ever out and out asked. He was her right hand and her ally - but it didn’t mean she kept tabs on him day and night.
They had an understanding, still. Even after all these years she knew that there was something there, no matter how wrung out he had been returning to her compound knowing Kurama was gone. Even after he’d spent countless hours doing absolutely nothing but wallowing in his own miseries simply because he could.
“Jealous?” A huff of an actual laugh leaves him, shifting slightly as drowsiness begins to settle in, but not quite ready to lay down. His arms cross over his chest, a subconscious move to close off.
“If she does, she hasn’t yet told me I am an idiot.” Because he is, and he knows it. For being here, for spending time around the one person he both wanted with all his being and yet knew he ought to stay away from. “And I prefer her quiet, on that subject.”
She can beat him in to the ground infinitely for all he cares - he simply does not want to hear the lecture or the subtle jokes.
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Part of his stanch position that she did not know was mostly the fact that he wished she did not. Of course it would explain a lot of his absences lately - and sometimes his volatile moods when he would return - but it wasn’t as though the former king had ever out and out asked. He was her right hand and her ally - but it didn’t mean she kept tabs on him day and night.
They had an understanding, still. Even after all these years she knew that there was something there, no matter how wrung out he had been returning to her compound knowing Kurama was gone. Even after he’d spent countless hours doing absolutely nothing but wallowing in his own miseries simply because he could.
“Jealous?” A huff of an actual laugh leaves him, shifting slightly as drowsiness begins to settle in, but not quite ready to lay down. His arms cross over his chest, a subconscious move to close off.
“If she does, she hasn’t yet told me I am an idiot.” Because he is, and he knows it. For being here, for spending time around the one person he both wanted with all his being and yet knew he ought to stay away from. “And I prefer her quiet, on that subject.”
She can beat him in to the ground infinitely for all he cares - he simply does not want to hear the lecture or the subtle jokes.