That is a valid point, he even halfway kind of got through to Xanxus. The guy is still an asshole but he fights for the Vongola, if not for Tsuna perse. There is just something about Tsuna. He draws the strong to him, either to fight for or against him but either way, they are there. It is hard to be enemies to a guy who will fight you tooth and nail, then save you in the same breath after all.
Once he has been away from home longer, he may find it is more than people than the place that he misses. Of course, right now he misses both, then again one could argue it is the people that make it this way. Either way, he misses Namimori. Memories should not be forgotten. Yamamoto would not want his friend to keep bad memories but if the ones of him are good, he would want him to keep them. Even if they are memories of a different Yamamoto, if they can bring any sense of happiness in remembrance he would want Gokudera to remember. Rather he knows about them ever or not. Who they are today are the ones who will grow together in this world and build a life. Whatever may come, that remains a fact.
The startled look at the smile, the hand clutching his heart with scars that are not from training. The way the words seem to be dragged from Gokudera, it goes without saying this place is hard for him. Is it a real beach? Yamamoto does not know, any more than he knows if this entire ship is from the fight club up. What he does know, it is real enough now.
"He must have been a good friend. Let's see..." A Demigod sounds cool but something in Gokudera's tone tells Yamamoto this is not the time to poke with questions. He covers the sympathy he feels, knowing Gokudera will not want him feeling that way. Instead, he drops to the sand, tugging his shoes and socks off Yamamoto rolls up his pants legs. He can't fix what hurts Gokudera because he can't understand it. But he can try to help him move forward, to begin to heal, he knows the other is trying to do that himself.
He leaves his belongings there with his shoes and walks towards the water when he reaches the edge he turns around. He has thought about this before he made it there, back home he may not have done this, may not have thought Gokudera needed him to hold his hand out. But here, maybe a little extra encouragement is needed. He looks over his shoulder at Gokudera, still smiling, he holds out a hand.
"Come on, I think I see some." He is so glad there are fish, he hopes it makes Gokudera happy.
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Once he has been away from home longer, he may find it is more than people than the place that he misses. Of course, right now he misses both, then again one could argue it is the people that make it this way. Either way, he misses Namimori. Memories should not be forgotten. Yamamoto would not want his friend to keep bad memories but if the ones of him are good, he would want him to keep them. Even if they are memories of a different Yamamoto, if they can bring any sense of happiness in remembrance he would want Gokudera to remember. Rather he knows about them ever or not. Who they are today are the ones who will grow together in this world and build a life. Whatever may come, that remains a fact.
The startled look at the smile, the hand clutching his heart with scars that are not from training. The way the words seem to be dragged from Gokudera, it goes without saying this place is hard for him. Is it a real beach? Yamamoto does not know, any more than he knows if this entire ship is from the fight club up. What he does know, it is real enough now.
"He must have been a good friend. Let's see..." A Demigod sounds cool but something in Gokudera's tone tells Yamamoto this is not the time to poke with questions. He covers the sympathy he feels, knowing Gokudera will not want him feeling that way. Instead, he drops to the sand, tugging his shoes and socks off Yamamoto rolls up his pants legs. He can't fix what hurts Gokudera because he can't understand it. But he can try to help him move forward, to begin to heal, he knows the other is trying to do that himself.
He leaves his belongings there with his shoes and walks towards the water when he reaches the edge he turns around. He has thought about this before he made it there, back home he may not have done this, may not have thought Gokudera needed him to hold his hand out. But here, maybe a little extra encouragement is needed. He looks over his shoulder at Gokudera, still smiling, he holds out a hand.
"Come on, I think I see some." He is so glad there are fish, he hopes it makes Gokudera happy.