[As Nezumi finishes speaking, Shion releases a breath that he hadn't been aware he was holding. Nezumi's voice alone had that overwhelming richness and serenity to it, the ability to quell all of Shion's turbulent feelings again and again, the power to raise him up and show him the sky for just a few beautiful, fleeting moments.]
I just wanted to hear it.
[Shion answers the unspoken question and takes a long pause before he tilts his head down, continuing to stroke the sleeping cat in his lap. His bangs are undoubtedly long enough to shield his eyes from view, but the steadiness of his voice is a much more difficult feat.]
I wanted to hear you read Macbeth. The way you did the last time we were home.
[Home. It doesn't sound at all strange to Shion. Nezumi's underground room filled with shelves upon shelves of books is the only place that Shion wants to call home.]
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I just wanted to hear it.
[Shion answers the unspoken question and takes a long pause before he tilts his head down, continuing to stroke the sleeping cat in his lap. His bangs are undoubtedly long enough to shield his eyes from view, but the steadiness of his voice is a much more difficult feat.]
I wanted to hear you read Macbeth. The way you did the last time we were home.
[Home. It doesn't sound at all strange to Shion. Nezumi's underground room filled with shelves upon shelves of books is the only place that Shion wants to call home.]