Gokudera is correct there, Yamamoto would not be "hurt" from the drink but one of them should be clear-headed. He is not looking down on the bomber for drinking, especially not after hearing what Gokudera has had to say here tonight. For a moment, when he talks about the family there is the Gokudera he is used to, the cocky confidence to some it would be seen as off-putting, to Yamamoto it is comforting. He nods firmly, no argument there, Gokudera is right, they can take on whatever comes at them.
"Right! As long as we fight together we can do it!"
Yamamoto saw the neck scratch, felt the collar underneath his arm. But he does not know if space mosquitoes are a thing so it to him is a possible explanation. He assumes it is some new weapon or accessory Gokudera came up with. It never crosses his mind it is a collar meant to punish him.
No longer oblivious, he knows the darker side of life exists but all of this, it is all so wrong. Unfair is what it is, of all the Guardians Gokudera has had it the hardest in life overall and then it's him that ends up in a place where he is told he isn't good enough because of how he looks?
He knows this has to have messed with Gokudera more than he realized at first because Gokudera already misses his own worth. Yamamoto knows this is why the other seems to get so competitive with him around Tsuna especially. He has not had the loving family Yamamoto did and it's just not fair. His hand near his glass clenches as he listens. All a shrug off of his draping arm, even a lift-off would do is cause a smile, probably a placating maa, maa, never anger from Yamamoto.
Yamamoto listens, he absorbs, his hand on the bar clenches, unclenches. He is angry, he is beyond angry but not at Gokudera, it is for Gokudera. He can take a lot, he can forgive a lot but a world that treats his friends any people this way, that he can not. The very thought of such a world is disgusting and if he could he would dismantle it. Of course, that is impossible since at present they are in a whole new world. Instead what he can do, is try to help the Guardian here find himself again.
"Gokudera...." His voice is not angry when he speaks, it is firm, determined the same as the gaze in his eyes as he looks directly in front of him with his jaw clenched, there may be a whisper of blue flames along his ring. His fingers aching from how tight he clenches them spread out on the bar in front of him, the dying will flame visible now. They are the Vongola, no one can break them.
"Stop. Why would you apologize? It's not your fault, they were wrong, no one should be judged because of those things. " No one should have basic human affection taken away, the soft friendly squeeze he gives with his arm before he removes it from Gokudera is meant to convey this.
He turns so that he is looking into his friend's eyes, he has not lost that smile and it graces his face now. "This place will be different, no matter what, we'll make it different."
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"Right! As long as we fight together we can do it!"
Yamamoto saw the neck scratch, felt the collar underneath his arm. But he does not know if space mosquitoes are a thing so it to him is a possible explanation. He assumes it is some new weapon or accessory Gokudera came up with. It never crosses his mind it is a collar meant to punish him.
No longer oblivious, he knows the darker side of life exists but all of this, it is all so wrong. Unfair is what it is, of all the Guardians Gokudera has had it the hardest in life overall and then it's him that ends up in a place where he is told he isn't good enough because of how he looks?
He knows this has to have messed with Gokudera more than he realized at first because Gokudera already misses his own worth. Yamamoto knows this is why the other seems to get so competitive with him around Tsuna especially. He has not had the loving family Yamamoto did and it's just not fair. His hand near his glass clenches as he listens. All a shrug off of his draping arm, even a lift-off would do is cause a smile, probably a placating maa, maa, never anger from Yamamoto.
Yamamoto listens, he absorbs, his hand on the bar clenches, unclenches. He is angry, he is beyond angry but not at Gokudera, it is for Gokudera. He can take a lot, he can forgive a lot but a world that treats his friends any people this way, that he can not. The very thought of such a world is disgusting and if he could he would dismantle it. Of course, that is impossible since at present they are in a whole new world. Instead what he can do, is try to help the Guardian here find himself again.
"Gokudera...." His voice is not angry when he speaks, it is firm, determined the same as the gaze in his eyes as he looks directly in front of him with his jaw clenched, there may be a whisper of blue flames along his ring. His fingers aching from how tight he clenches them spread out on the bar in front of him, the dying will flame visible now. They are the Vongola, no one can break them.
"Stop. Why would you apologize? It's not your fault, they were wrong, no one should be judged because of those things. " No one should have basic human affection taken away, the soft friendly squeeze he gives with his arm before he removes it from Gokudera is meant to convey this.
He turns so that he is looking into his friend's eyes, he has not lost that smile and it graces his face now. "This place will be different, no matter what, we'll make it different."