I don't know about proud, but I like having the space. [His quarters were always so spartan before this, like he was afraid of settling in. But he isn't sure how long he'll be with Jun, and he actually wants to relax a little now that he has the time (and has to adhere to a normal person sleeping schedule), so... here it is. It's nothing like his old room he had as a teenager, but he's not sure recreating that would help anyone, honestly.
He pushes that out of his mind and focuses on the present. Yet another token of an old life, a much older life, now stands before him. Mikleo had dreamed of this day for a little over a decade, but that didn't prepare him... not for any of it.
He looks at Sorey and his memories fill in with the details before him. The small rounded bit of his nose, cheeks softer, a jaw not yet chiseled... but the resemblance is obvious. Not a boy, but a man, yet still wearing the same dangly feathered earrings he had as child.
Mikleo closes his eyes for a moment. He doesn't need to breathe but he still does it to steady himself, because all of the emotions he's carried with him across two worlds have all clambered to the surface to remind him of how lonely he's been.]
... Give me your hand.
[Mikleo can't ask for Sorey to remember his true name, but Mikleo will surely know by the feeling of the hand that he held in his for years.]
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He pushes that out of his mind and focuses on the present. Yet another token of an old life, a much older life, now stands before him. Mikleo had dreamed of this day for a little over a decade, but that didn't prepare him... not for any of it.
He looks at Sorey and his memories fill in with the details before him. The small rounded bit of his nose, cheeks softer, a jaw not yet chiseled... but the resemblance is obvious. Not a boy, but a man, yet still wearing the same dangly feathered earrings he had as child.
Mikleo closes his eyes for a moment. He doesn't need to breathe but he still does it to steady himself, because all of the emotions he's carried with him across two worlds have all clambered to the surface to remind him of how lonely he's been.]
... Give me your hand.
[Mikleo can't ask for Sorey to remember his true name, but Mikleo will surely know by the feeling of the hand that he held in his for years.]