[ Masaomi doesn't think about that fear... more or less ever. After all, his whole schtick about how no one perfectly understands everyone else isn't just a schtick, it's a belief that the attempt to understand was the more noble part of it all. So he has a fear of being misunderstood, and of misunderstanding others. But those are fears which can be corrected, fears which might be pushed off by conversation and understanding. It's something he's grown with over time. But he has no existential fear of being alone.
Largely because he can't conceive of it.
The only - only - situation where loneliness would kill him would be if she vanished from his life. And that's a risk he's knowingly carried for years, and only recently recovered from the terror of, even if that terror wasn't even learned until four or five years into their mateship.
He was always a little slow, for how perceptive he could be, wasn't he?
Still, his scent mingles with her own, and in the tub, he continues the kiss, holding her loosely, brushing a hand up her back and around her neck ]
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Largely because he can't conceive of it.
The only - only - situation where loneliness would kill him would be if she vanished from his life. And that's a risk he's knowingly carried for years, and only recently recovered from the terror of, even if that terror wasn't even learned until four or five years into their mateship.
He was always a little slow, for how perceptive he could be, wasn't he?
Still, his scent mingles with her own, and in the tub, he continues the kiss, holding her loosely, brushing a hand up her back and around her neck ]