[ Kaneki smiles softly and whispers: ] You wouldn't like it in there.
[ because it's so true. Hide would see sides of Kaneki that he would never want his best friend to see, sides Ken himself sometimes thinks that are so wrong, but also necessary.
No matter.
Hide would never see them.
Kaneki finishes placing his eyepatch, covering his eye perfectly, before he looks down at Hide's hand. His own, in comparison, is cold, rough, the nails sort of crooked and thick. How unsightly. He pulls his hand away. ]
Thank you, Hide. [ for still being there, for still caring and for still reaching for Kaneki's ugly hand. ]
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[ because it's so true. Hide would see sides of Kaneki that he would never want his best friend to see, sides Ken himself sometimes thinks that are so wrong, but also necessary.
No matter.
Hide would never see them.
Kaneki finishes placing his eyepatch, covering his eye perfectly, before he looks down at Hide's hand. His own, in comparison, is cold, rough, the nails sort of crooked and thick. How unsightly. He pulls his hand away. ]
Thank you, Hide. [ for still being there, for still caring and for still reaching for Kaneki's ugly hand. ]