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It's not the first time Rinne has opened the door to find a barely-held-together Wataru seeking comfort, his eyes red and puffy from crying. He quickly lets him in, grabbing the box of tissues from the table and handing it to Wataru as he leads him to the couch to sit down.
“Hey, handsome…” Rinne trails off, his hand slowly rubbing Wataru's back as he blows his nose into a tissue. He knows why he's here, but it doesn't make it any less of a challenge to console him. A few minutes go by, Wataru’s breath unsteady as he tries to hold back from bursting into tears again. “Better?” Asks Rinne, using his thumb to wipe away a stray tear from Wataru's cheek. The blue-haired man shrugs, his body quivering as he moves to lean against Rinne.
“A little bit…” He meekly replies as Rinne slings his arm around him, bringing him close. “It's alright if ya need to let it out, ya know.” He quietly offers, his thumb gently rubbing back and forth across Wataru's shoulder. Wataru's own hands find themselves gripping Rinne's shirt, desperate to keep him in place. He makes a small noise of surprise as Rinne presses his lips to the top of his head, the tension he had been holding in his shoulders dispersing slightly.
Wataru shifts to get comfortable against Rinne, sniffling as he buries his face into the junction of his neck. Fingers familiar with rolling dice now comb through silky blue hair, Rinne having to extend his arm out to let the ends of the strands slip out between them. He can feel his shirt accumulate a wet patch where Wataru presses his face against his shoulder, the hand on his back slowly rubbing up and down.
“There ya go, handsome.” He murmurs, kissing the top of Wataru's head again. The jester hiccups as he cries quietly, his shoulders trembling. The pair stays like that for a long while, Rinne ignoring the notifications going off on his phone.
After what feels like forever, Wataru finally pulls away from the gambler, his face soaked with tears. Rinne grabs a couple tissues from the box, handing them to Wataru. “Thank you…” He says quietly, wiping the tears from his cheeks and blowing his nose. Rinne hums in acknowledgement, still rubbing his back.
“Why don't ya lay down and take a nap, ya look like ya need some sleep.” Offers Rinne, patting his lap. Wataru nods, putting the used tissues in his pocket and laying down in his lap. “Rest well, gorgeous.” Whispers Rinne.
Wataru is out within minutes, the toll his emotions have been taking on him finally being paid. Rinne carefully reaches behind for the blanket on the back of the couch, unfolding it and laying it over the sleeping man.
He takes this opportunity to check his phone, responding to the messages Kohaku and HiMERU had sent discussing next week's practice. As soon as he's done, Wataru shifts a little in his lap, his long hair falling over his face. Rinne cautiously reaches down to sweep it back behind his ear, not wanting to wake him.
He admires his sleeping face; his slender nose, his long eyelashes, his pretty lips. Rinne wishes he could lean down to press a kiss to those lips, assure him that everything will be okay. He knows the reason Wataru knocked on his door without having to be told, for this isn't the first time it's happened.
“That bastard Tenshouin…” Mumbles Rinne, bearing a hefty grudge against the man. He had abruptly ended the relationship he had with Wataru, leaving him absolutely heartbroken. Rinne and Wataru had developed a strange relationship before then, not lovers, but more than friends. He was the first person Wataru went to after Eichi broke up with him, whether out of convenience or something else; Rinne doesn't know.
He considers sending a rudely-worded message to the man, but decides against it, not wanting to cause the man asleep in his lap any more trouble than he is already dealing with. He sighs, setting his phone back down. Wataru's breathing has evened out, any physical sign that he was ever crying fading away. It brings a sense of pride to Rinne, knowing he has the ability to calm Wataru down so quickly.
Instead of mindlessly scrolling on his phone, Rinne finds himself drifting off to sleep as well, lulled by the gentle ebb and flow of Wataru's breath.