[ It's good advice. Ren hums his assent, mulling over what that would mean in this case. Something wonderful that Ren could reach for if he knew how to, if it was okay and free of doubt. Maybe better to do what he felt capable of.
And this would be the calmest afternoon Ren has had in a while. He was afraid of the paint's coldness but Yusuke's diligence is a kindness, his skin acclimatizing quickly, a canvas that soaks color eagerly. It's a fair replacement for the warmth of Yusuke's fingers, more than fair because paint is the conduit for Yusuke's love and that is applied in quick, careful strokes. He exists to make the world more beautiful than it was.
And... Ren supposes that he needs that right now - to be what Yusuke sees him as.
It's comfortable and familiar to lay here, quiet, directing his thoughts away from rougher waters, a task that's, funny enough, harder to do without Yusuke's touch. The paintbrush should be just as good - it's an extension of Yusuke, after all. But something also lacks that Ren can't explain and doesn't want to ask about.
For a while he embraces the silence, preferring it to the nervous noise he made and heard in the past few weeks just to fill the air, to dispel dangerous sentiment. Anger. So, so much sadness.
He doesn't want to interrupt Yusuke's concentration but the question rises to his tongue almost without his meaning to, very softly. ]
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And this would be the calmest afternoon Ren has had in a while. He was afraid of the paint's coldness but Yusuke's diligence is a kindness, his skin acclimatizing quickly, a canvas that soaks color eagerly. It's a fair replacement for the warmth of Yusuke's fingers, more than fair because paint is the conduit for Yusuke's love and that is applied in quick, careful strokes. He exists to make the world more beautiful than it was.
And... Ren supposes that he needs that right now - to be what Yusuke sees him as.
It's comfortable and familiar to lay here, quiet, directing his thoughts away from rougher waters, a task that's, funny enough, harder to do without Yusuke's touch. The paintbrush should be just as good - it's an extension of Yusuke, after all. But something also lacks that Ren can't explain and doesn't want to ask about.
For a while he embraces the silence, preferring it to the nervous noise he made and heard in the past few weeks just to fill the air, to dispel dangerous sentiment. Anger. So, so much sadness.
He doesn't want to interrupt Yusuke's concentration but the question rises to his tongue almost without his meaning to, very softly. ]
Does this make you happy?