9.8 Meters a Second. [Complete]

20. Train Station

The two of us, Inaho and I, stood together at the train station. I still have to hold his hand, he's not used to the lack of depth yet.
"Slaine" he says my name softly.
"Yeah?" I respond.
"You don't mind this... Do you? It's gonna be hard for me to adjust, and I may need help with thi-"
"Don't worrt about it, Inaho. I love you regardless."

He's silent, and I watch him look down. A blush stains his cheeks. It's so cute, I can't help but break a little smile, and giggle.
"What?" Inaho asks, looking up and squinting.
"Nothing... You're just... I, I dunno. I don't normally see you so bashful."
"Oh. Well, it's nice to know that you're here for me." Inaho says, bland as always. "I appreciate you."
"I think we need to work on your expression of that, but I appreciate you too," I smile.
"Still? You know I try..."
"You've made progress, but still. Look, I'm not gonna pressure you, love."
"Okay," Inaho sighs, looking at me. "But I try."
"I know, cutie." I tell him, and ruffle his hair.

When we're on the train, he sits down next to me and grabs my hand. "Would you like to come over and spend the night?" Inaho asks.
"Well, sure." I respond. "What will we do?"
"I don't know," Inaho mumbles.
"Watch a movie? Maybe I can read to you?"
"You could play some violin. I remember you liked it," he notes.
"I could... I'll bring it over, just in case."
Things go silent.
"Nao, do you ever feel like the world is going too fast?" I ask, looking out the window of the train.
"What do you mean?"
"Like, everything keeps piling up, but you stick to it because it's just what you're supposed to do. Like, a routine?"
"A routine that's too fast?"
"Yeah."
He seems to follow my gaze out the window, and for some reason I begin to feel insecure.
"I can understand that." Inaho sighs. "But, you shouldn't worry."
"Why?" I ask, my eyes falling to his face.
"You keep saying I have you, but it goes both ways."
"So you're saying I have you?"
"Yes," Orange says bluntly.
"Must you always be so indirect?" I laugh a bit, squeezing his hand.
"I suppose." Inaho's normally dry voice betrays him, as he clearly cracks a smile.
"I'll keep it in mind... I'm sorry to unload my personal worries out of no where. I know you're a bit shaken up about your injury..."
"There's no need to be apologizing for telling me what's on your mind. May I be direct with you?"
"I- yes, Orange."
"I love you, bat." He says softly, pecking my lips. That seems to shut me up, so I just mutter it back.
"I love you too."