It's probably in the way that their boss sees worth in everyone. Even the worst people he's met, he's been compassionate towards. Mukuro even, though there's more harm than good that's come from him. Still... the Tenth is the best person Gokudera knows, because he is so accepting of others.
Thinking about the Tenth comes naturally to Gokudera. Most everything he does in his mind is a reflection on the family, and he'd hate to do something foolish if/when the Tenth shows up. Of course, there are doubts and worries. Having Yamamoto nearby is comfort. He isn't alone anymore, and he won't be leaving the Rain Guardian if he can help it. No matter the kind of memories he holds... Yamamoto is Yamamoto. There's something dependable to him, and Gokudera will keep his feelings bottled up. Eventually... they will fade, he hopes.
"He was..." His boyfriend for a few hours, and then he was gone.
Gokudera watches Yamamoto and he can smell the salt off the water, stares at it and then focuses on that hand held out to him. He takes off his own socks and shoes, and doesn't bother to roll up his pants. They're low-hanging and the denim is thick... so he'll just let them get wet. Gokudera removes the hoodie and sets it in the sand, hoping it will smell of the beach more than his cigarettes after this.
That hand is nice to see offered to him, but he brushes it away gently with his right. "I don't need your hand," He says and tips up his chin as he wades in, masking the bubbly excitement in his gut with a cocky attitude. What if there are like... aliens that live in the water?! He's looking away and around, searching out over the water with obvious curiosity.
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Thinking about the Tenth comes naturally to Gokudera. Most everything he does in his mind is a reflection on the family, and he'd hate to do something foolish if/when the Tenth shows up. Of course, there are doubts and worries. Having Yamamoto nearby is comfort. He isn't alone anymore, and he won't be leaving the Rain Guardian if he can help it. No matter the kind of memories he holds... Yamamoto is Yamamoto. There's something dependable to him, and Gokudera will keep his feelings bottled up. Eventually... they will fade, he hopes.
"He was..." His boyfriend for a few hours, and then he was gone.
Gokudera watches Yamamoto and he can smell the salt off the water, stares at it and then focuses on that hand held out to him. He takes off his own socks and shoes, and doesn't bother to roll up his pants. They're low-hanging and the denim is thick... so he'll just let them get wet. Gokudera removes the hoodie and sets it in the sand, hoping it will smell of the beach more than his cigarettes after this.
That hand is nice to see offered to him, but he brushes it away gently with his right. "I don't need your hand," He says and tips up his chin as he wades in, masking the bubbly excitement in his gut with a cocky attitude. What if there are like... aliens that live in the water?! He's looking away and around, searching out over the water with obvious curiosity.