[ Jaime knows that Tadashi is here as soon as he arrives.
Khaji tells him, of course. He's one of the people Jaime has a running tracker on. He tries not to do that sort of thing too much, but there are some people he just hasn't been able to let go of. He doesn't ask after the tracker, really. It's just on in the background, a quiet latent thing that sometimes pulses in his head, saying they're still gone.
When Tadashi comes back, Jaime feels no relief. There's just a quiet feeling of dread. He's not going to remember you anymore, it says, and you're going to have to go through this all over again. Will this one be dead? Will he remember dying? Will he go back to what he did before, trying to comfort Jaime over his loss? All of the above, Jaime supposes, which means he should wait before seeing him.
Waiting doesn't last very long. He paces in his room, scrubbing at his palms, little half-moon indents of his nails dug into them until he sighs, frustrated with himself, and tracks him down. He makes sure that it's done with enough plausible deniability, landing... in a corn maze? Geez. He really did pick the worst spot, didn't he? And he's lost too.
Well, at least Jaime can be slightly vindicated in his choices. ]
Hey, I'm here too! [ He calls out, as though he was in the maze the whole time, turning round the corner. Tadashi's a sight for sore eyes, but Jaime tamps it in (though if Ruka were here, boy, he'd be the most obvious thing in the world, wouldn't he?) and greets him as a stranger. At least as a stranger to anyone who doesn't know him, that easy smile belying the tenseness of his shoulders, the way it doesn't quite meet his eyes, the fact that his hands are tucked behind him, one thumb digging into the flat of his wrist and leaving behind a white marking. ]
I'm pretty sure I know the way out. Here, I'll help you.
[ An introduction, a bit of help, and then - then he can process whatever it is happens next. His eyes flick over Tadashi, looking for any burn scars.
He's not worried about Tadashi noticing him looking him over that carefully. As much as he loves Tadashi, he's a grade-A dumbass who never notices the way anyone looks at him. ]
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Khaji tells him, of course. He's one of the people Jaime has a running tracker on. He tries not to do that sort of thing too much, but there are some people he just hasn't been able to let go of. He doesn't ask after the tracker, really. It's just on in the background, a quiet latent thing that sometimes pulses in his head, saying they're still gone.
When Tadashi comes back, Jaime feels no relief. There's just a quiet feeling of dread. He's not going to remember you anymore, it says, and you're going to have to go through this all over again. Will this one be dead? Will he remember dying? Will he go back to what he did before, trying to comfort Jaime over his loss? All of the above, Jaime supposes, which means he should wait before seeing him.
Waiting doesn't last very long. He paces in his room, scrubbing at his palms, little half-moon indents of his nails dug into them until he sighs, frustrated with himself, and tracks him down. He makes sure that it's done with enough plausible deniability, landing... in a corn maze? Geez. He really did pick the worst spot, didn't he? And he's lost too.
Well, at least Jaime can be slightly vindicated in his choices. ]
Hey, I'm here too! [ He calls out, as though he was in the maze the whole time, turning round the corner. Tadashi's a sight for sore eyes, but Jaime tamps it in (though if Ruka were here, boy, he'd be the most obvious thing in the world, wouldn't he?) and greets him as a stranger. At least as a stranger to anyone who doesn't know him, that easy smile belying the tenseness of his shoulders, the way it doesn't quite meet his eyes, the fact that his hands are tucked behind him, one thumb digging into the flat of his wrist and leaving behind a white marking. ]
I'm pretty sure I know the way out. Here, I'll help you.
[ An introduction, a bit of help, and then - then he can process whatever it is happens next. His eyes flick over Tadashi, looking for any burn scars.
He's not worried about Tadashi noticing him looking him over that carefully. As much as he loves Tadashi, he's a grade-A dumbass who never notices the way anyone looks at him. ]