#heeeh.

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pt. 2 Oh.

Suengri doesn’t let the surprise show on his face as they trudge their way up back home. Kouji can’t see him with his head leaning against his chest, but he’s sure the younger can feel the thrum of his heartbeat go a little faster. Sure, Kouji is the youngest in the family, but he isn’t stupid. Far from it, actually. Suengri then adjusts his brother's weight in his arms, if only to stall what to say, and looks ahead. They were walking home after building a snowman together when a blizzard took form. Kouji, of course, wanted to be carried despite being old enough to resist the weather, and Suengri wasn’t strong enough to deny his request. After all, he rarely had the time to spend with him and he’s sure Kouji is aware of that, too. See? Smart.

He still doesn’t really know what to say, though. It’s been some time since someone’s confronted him about his feelings and how he handles his trauma. As time passed and the anniversary of his capture and friends' death came and went, there were always lingering gazes of concern from his parents and other adults who knew. However, no one ever really asked him about it anymore. “Is that so?” he smiles despite the memories. “Don’t worry about it, ok? It’ll stop soon.” he says. Talking with the youngest always seemed easier, he thinks. Maybe it’s because Kouji has a simple outlook of the world and of emotions, or maybe it’s because he believes he’ll eventually forget. But Suengri also knows he might pester him if he just said it’s complicated.