The realization dawns on him... slowly. Not even consciously, at first. Kotetsu feels a warmth that starts to creep over his skin, starting with his cheekbones and spreading uncomfortably down his neck. This isn't some emphatic speech about the both of them as partners in the hero business. This is Barnaby's whole picture, for better or worse — the way that he frames his existence.
Kotetsu nearly forgets to drop his knife first before scratching at the back of his neck, stunned as he feels, like the whole world's spun to a stop at his feet.
"It's more than fun," he says first, tone almost petulant in its delivery. "Of course it's more than just fun."
There's a certain element of youth evident in Barnaby's eyes right now, the green striking a contrast with the flush of his skin. Rosy. Barnaby's complexion is rosier than anyone else's Kotetsu has known.
Do you really know what you're saying? he wants to ask, but it feels too condescending. Demeaning. And maybe lacking in trust.
"You could have visited," Kotetsu says lamely, dropping his arm down to the counter, shivering as his skin meets the cool surface.
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Date: 2014-05-10 06:50 am (UTC)Kotetsu nearly forgets to drop his knife first before scratching at the back of his neck, stunned as he feels, like the whole world's spun to a stop at his feet.
"It's more than fun," he says first, tone almost petulant in its delivery. "Of course it's more than just fun."
There's a certain element of youth evident in Barnaby's eyes right now, the green striking a contrast with the flush of his skin. Rosy. Barnaby's complexion is rosier than anyone else's Kotetsu has known.
Do you really know what you're saying? he wants to ask, but it feels too condescending. Demeaning. And maybe lacking in trust.
"You could have visited," Kotetsu says lamely, dropping his arm down to the counter, shivering as his skin meets the cool surface.