Never, not once has Gokudera looked at him that way. It is like a knife in his chest and if not for the fact that he was already sputtering from the alcohol he may have choked. His arm thumps to his side, when the water comes before him he focuses his eyes on it. He knows Gokudera is lonely, that he does not have a family the way Yamamoto has a family but never has he seen it so stark across the others face. Because they have been making their own family of course.
"Thank you." It is said in his normal tone, somehow Yamamoto seems more himself. Why? He has a goal, a goal that he knows requires his nature, calm, rain, he failed at Choice but he can do his part as a Guardian in this. His voice is a little rough on the gratitude from the sputter, he takes a grateful sip of the water and uses a napkin to wipe his mouth.
"We just lost the Choice battle so not that long..." He says it firmly, it was his fault, he knows that but Gokudera does not need that. It's bad enough he has to tell them they failed.
All it takes is the first sentence and the ball player goes from upright to sitting on his own stool before the bar. He plans to stick to the water but as Gokudera continues that drink doesn't sound half bad. Alternate universes are one thing, it's the reason he is not suffering culture shock at being on Anchor. If only he knew about their Inheritance, that they succeed it would be a balm, someday. What is strange is to find himself in a reality that is not connected to their reality with a Gokudera who has been living in another reality for two years. He knows these things can happen, experiencing it in more than just a trip forward ten years is mind-boggling.
He snaps to attention at the last sentence, that cements it, this was supposed to be. Why else would they both be showing up here at the same time, he is supposed to help his friend, maybe that is how he finds his own way.
"Amazing...." Not in a good way or a bad way from the neutral tone he uses, he knows it is a lot and for a moment his mind has to process it.
"Me too, that's good, maybe everyone is here too?" He and Gokudera are there, the chance has to exist right?
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"Thank you." It is said in his normal tone, somehow Yamamoto seems more himself. Why? He has a goal, a goal that he knows requires his nature, calm, rain, he failed at Choice but he can do his part as a Guardian in this. His voice is a little rough on the gratitude from the sputter, he takes a grateful sip of the water and uses a napkin to wipe his mouth.
"We just lost the Choice battle so not that long..." He says it firmly, it was his fault, he knows that but Gokudera does not need that. It's bad enough he has to tell them they failed.
All it takes is the first sentence and the ball player goes from upright to sitting on his own stool before the bar. He plans to stick to the water but as Gokudera continues that drink doesn't sound half bad. Alternate universes are one thing, it's the reason he is not suffering culture shock at being on Anchor. If only he knew about their Inheritance, that they succeed it would be a balm, someday. What is strange is to find himself in a reality that is not connected to their reality with a Gokudera who has been living in another reality for two years. He knows these things can happen, experiencing it in more than just a trip forward ten years is mind-boggling.
He snaps to attention at the last sentence, that cements it, this was supposed to be. Why else would they both be showing up here at the same time, he is supposed to help his friend, maybe that is how he finds his own way.
"Amazing...." Not in a good way or a bad way from the neutral tone he uses, he knows it is a lot and for a moment his mind has to process it.
"Me too, that's good, maybe everyone is here too?" He and Gokudera are there, the chance has to exist right?