[When he hears the knock, his head jerks to the side, following where the sound came from. There's few seconds of indecision—because why would someone be....—when the reality dawns on him, and he surmises just what Minako might have done. And when that thought occurs to him, he reacts. Moves like he was five seconds away from dying. He clears the kitchen, sliding open the door into his bedroom, eyes locking on the balcony door, through the curtains that are only half-drawn closed, only to see her there—
And stops abruptly.
He feels relieved, in a way, though it's accompanied shortly after by another far harsher emotion, which flares up like it was a living part of him, though simmers down after the split-second spike. His mouth thins.
He gives himself a moment to calm down—though it's like holding back a bullet fired—and stares at the door for a few moments longer, almost, almost tempted to turn right the hell around and leave her there, because she's a goddamn idiot—and if she thinks she can just get what she wants by pulling stupid, asinine little stunts like this—
She could have hurt herself. Could have died. Doesn't matter how the hell she got across, though he can imagine. It also doesn't matter how confident and safe she felt doing something like that. He knows just how high up they are. And you don't take risks like that over nothing. It's childish, is what it is. And reckless.
And thank god she's all right but she's going to make his heart stop beating one of these days.
Damned idiot.
He takes another long moment to breathe before he strides forward, finishes crossing the room and slides open the glass door, because, in the end, he can't leave her there. He doesn't want her going back the way she came, now that she knows she can. ]
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And stops abruptly.
He feels relieved, in a way, though it's accompanied shortly after by another far harsher emotion, which flares up like it was a living part of him, though simmers down after the split-second spike. His mouth thins.
He gives himself a moment to calm down—though it's like holding back a bullet fired—and stares at the door for a few moments longer, almost, almost tempted to turn right the hell around and leave her there, because she's a goddamn idiot—and if she thinks she can just get what she wants by pulling stupid, asinine little stunts like this—
She could have hurt herself. Could have died. Doesn't matter how the hell she got across, though he can imagine. It also doesn't matter how confident and safe she felt doing something like that. He knows just how high up they are. And you don't take risks like that over nothing. It's childish, is what it is. And reckless.
And thank god she's all right but she's going to make his heart stop beating one of these days.
Damned idiot.
He takes another long moment to breathe before he strides forward, finishes crossing the room and slides open the glass door, because, in the end, he can't leave her there. He doesn't want her going back the way she came, now that she knows she can. ]