[Most of him grows tense when Senri loops arms around him. But... his feelings don’t lie. He isn’t an actor like Senri, no matter how well he can pretend to be an asshole.
There’s relief and gratitude. A soft ball of of things that never seemed like they would come from him. An unyielding, undying passion. Uchihas love so exceptionally—their families, their friends. Hate never comes unless what they care for most is ripped from them, and the love overshadows it every time anyway. It pours out of him, like a bottle uncorked. A little chaotic, a little much, almost as if he’s afraid to be hurt, somewhat terrifying. One of the things he guards with everything he has.
His shoulders slouch, his body giving up. The tension doesn’t drain so much as loosen. His face drops gently into the curve where Senri’s shoulder meets the neck, careful of his bandaged eye.]
no subject
There’s relief and gratitude. A soft ball of of things that never seemed like they would come from him. An unyielding, undying passion. Uchihas love so exceptionally—their families, their friends. Hate never comes unless what they care for most is ripped from them, and the love overshadows it every time anyway. It pours out of him, like a bottle uncorked. A little chaotic, a little much, almost as if he’s afraid to be hurt, somewhat terrifying. One of the things he guards with everything he has.
His shoulders slouch, his body giving up. The tension doesn’t drain so much as loosen. His face drops gently into the curve where Senri’s shoulder meets the neck, careful of his bandaged eye.]