[ The comforting hand makes him flinch harder than the blade.
Why was he treating him so gently, as though he wasn't the monster Izaya claims him to be? Why bother taking the knife out when he can't feel anything? Why bother stemming the bleeding when the most it will do is make him dizzy? He's so confused. There are too many questions he wants to ask, but he can't now, not when his voice is saying the opposite of what his heart wants to say.
Eyes narrowed and shoulders set defensively, like a wounded animal backed into a corner, Shizuo watches Izaya closely all the while. His fingers loosen over the other's smaller hand. Trust must be earned. The informant has not earned it, even bolstered by the strange words he spoke earlier about... even if that was the truth... ]
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Why was he treating him so gently, as though he wasn't the monster Izaya claims him to be? Why bother taking the knife out when he can't feel anything? Why bother stemming the bleeding when the most it will do is make him dizzy? He's so confused. There are too many questions he wants to ask, but he can't now, not when his voice is saying the opposite of what his heart wants to say.
Eyes narrowed and shoulders set defensively, like a wounded animal backed into a corner, Shizuo watches Izaya closely all the while. His fingers loosen over the other's smaller hand. Trust must be earned. The informant has not earned it, even bolstered by the strange words he spoke earlier about... even if that was the truth... ]
I know I should trust you.