just -- S M I L E

A light smile stayed on the man’s lips, green eye watching the blond with a light that was conflicted and concerned. He kept his hand held out as an offer of COMFORT should the other need it. Even once the other had been allowed to pass on, Hisashi was all too aware of the fact that he would be incapable of letting him go completely. Anyway that he could offer assistance --- he would.

“ I’ve come to help ya pass on. ”

Even if he knew that the other so obviously did not remember him.

“ It’ll be alright --- I’ll help once there as much as I can, don’t worry... I know it hurts. ”

          Oh, what a flatter.    The red headed knew how to use the correct words to win over the eccentric one. 

            ❛ That’s right. I’m Ito… And that I’m a lovely lady, ha. ❜

          Fuel her ego, she would love to joke about it. 

          ❛ I am certainly —surprised to be invited by Hisashi-kun       so suddenly, and thought I do not drink, I would be honoured                                                                                 to… accompany you. ❜

“Great!”

The word left his lips with seemingly genuine enthusiasm. He was more than ready to take the woman to have a good time. He loved doing it himself, but having company was even better than going alone. When alone there was more quiet when there was less noise which bothered him and always made his skin crawl a little.

        Tamaki had known when he died, he stood by his brother, his mentor’s side. A hand to his shoulder, a hand the other could no longer feel and he turned, hearing that voice ‘Izumi’ – somehow it brought pangs to a chest that no longer beat. He was  d e a d  after all.          “I’m…” what did he saw, “I’m not alright.” he finally  whispered, he wanted to hug Jean, to tell him to stop  trying to save him. But instead azure eyes were sad,  his hand falling back from Jean’s shoulder now. 

His smile slipped when the other did not pay him attention. The other’s voice was as he recalled and seeing one that looked so similar, sounded so similar, carried the same presence in pain hurt Hisashi more than words could rightly say. Even in his human life, it seemed that the one the redhead loved was never granted a happy ending.

It had Hisashi’s fists clenching.

A slow breath was brought on to help calm him as best he could. If only to be the comfort the other clearly needed. He would do whatever he had to.

He stepped forward, gentle smile coming to rest on his lips with a practiced ease that seemed to elude him in that moment. His voice was void of any waver and he reached out a single hand.

“Being a soldier isn’t easy, dying isn’t easy, but at least you’re friend is safe. I’m sure he knows how to care for himself. --- But it’s time to go. You can’t do anything here anymore.”