"Oh..." So Ginko was just...a wall. Okay. BUT HE WOULD ADDRESS THAT LATER because he was still talking. JW straightened back up and listened. And then he started feeling sort of wobbly. It was a rare rare thing for him to give up hope on something only for something to turn out well in the end.
"Oh," he said. And that time he didn't do anything to push back the enormous, slightly gappy grin. "W-well then! That makes--" And then that god-awful laughter started. He couldn't stop it. He just stood there and laughed and covered his face with a hand and wheezed a little and couldn't stop smiling. "Damn it I--" Still laughing. "Gimmi a minute!" Tears started forming in his eyes. "I don't-- remember what I was going to say! You wanna--you wanna give it a shot?"
Despite everything, Ginko blinks in surprise at JW's response, only starting to relax a moment later. He gave another nervous laugh - apparently JW's was infectious - and took an uncertain half-step forward.
"Yeah! Yeah, I--things just don't--haha! You know, I feel a little like a dog who's been chasing cars all day and now he's finally caught one."
Needless to say, JW did not plan very far in advance for this one.
He noticed that step forward. His whole body was running on overdrive now. He'd gotten confirmation. Suddenly things meant more. Suddenly he had permission for...a lot of things, he felt like. He didn't have to worry about coming off the wrong way because it was okay. He was excited and he was allowed to be excited.
He suddenly brought up both hands and clapped them onto Ginko's shoulders. "Sorry. Tryin' not to float off here."
"That's-- it's good to hear, I guess." Ginko couldn't even think of an analogy for his end. It was just... new. New, and more welcome than he had expected.
He started for a moment, as always, at the contact, then just laughed again and reached up to place a hand on one of JW's. "I... think I know what you mean."
He couldn't stop grinning. It was getting hard to talk. This guy who he'd been trailing around behind for months was putting his hand on his.
Obviously the proper response to this is to butt your head against his chest and start laughing again. Only now it's more like wheezing. Something broke, but JW was okay with it. Finally he drew his head away and put an arm around the broader man.
Ginko kept his hand on JW's, placing the other tentatively on his shoulder in case the guy was about to collapse or something. His face was still red, and he didn't even bother trying to suppress the slightly-nervous-looking grin spreading over his face.
He gave a nod, slightly startled by how comfortable he was with JW's arm around him like this (and vaguely remembering a bitterly cold day some time ago, out in the mountains in Japan).
"Great! Because I made a shitload of tacos because I got distracted." With his arm still around the larger man, he turned and just started...bodily dragging him out the door. Because he was allowed. "Somehow my egg timer wound up on the ceiling fan."
"Beats the hell out of me," he muttered, having a good idea of who put it up there but not WHY.
The kitchen smelled amazing and on the counter was a tiny assembly line for the tacos. Or what used to be one. He had put out lettuce, the pot of seasoned meat, the cheese, and shells but had been to anxious to go bother Ginko so he'd just assembled them all himself.
Now there was just a pile of tacos.
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Ginko was not going to complain about a pile of tacos. The moment he smelled food, he was practically dragging JW instead of the other way around, still holding onto his arm with one hand.
Well that was unexpected! JW let the tables be turned on him and staggered after him. Once they arrived in the kitchen, he pulled away and looked sheepish about the ridiculous little mountain.
"Told you I got distracted...help yourself." He fixed himself a plate with two tacos, too distracted and overjoyed to bother with self-imposed rules and handed Ginko an empty one. "And don't worry about being neat eating these things. It's not gonna happen."
JW was a lot slower about disposing of his lunch--mostly because he was too busy watching Ginko be happy. He decided that he should cook more often. Usually when they ate, he brought home take-out or something from the gas station in cellophane in attempts to wow the man from the past.
"Thanks. My Mami taught me how to make 'em when I was a kid."
JW slowly plopped his chin into his hand and marveled at just how well things turned out. It had been so long since he'd taken pleasure in watching someone else actually enjoy themselves. Usually he just hoped and prayed to see Mr. Next Door to slip on his walkway from the kitchen window in the colder months.
"She did, I owe the Valentines a lot. They were my second family--the ones that gave me this."
'Second family', huh. That was something he hadn't heard about yet. Something shifted a little in Ginko's smile - but it was still there, and still genuine, if maybe a little bit sadder.
"Mhm. First thing they gave me. I'd kill a man over this shirt." MAYBE NOT THE BEST DINNER CONVERSATION, but he did say it lightly enough for it to be easily taken as a joke.
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"Oh," he said. And that time he didn't do anything to push back the enormous, slightly gappy grin. "W-well then! That makes--" And then that god-awful laughter started. He couldn't stop it. He just stood there and laughed and covered his face with a hand and wheezed a little and couldn't stop smiling. "Damn it I--" Still laughing. "Gimmi a minute!" Tears started forming in his eyes. "I don't-- remember what I was going to say! You wanna--you wanna give it a shot?"
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"I-- yeah, sure, I... are you okay?"
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Needless to say, JW did not plan very far in advance for this one.
He noticed that step forward. His whole body was running on overdrive now. He'd gotten confirmation. Suddenly things meant more. Suddenly he had permission for...a lot of things, he felt like. He didn't have to worry about coming off the wrong way because it was okay. He was excited and he was allowed to be excited.
He suddenly brought up both hands and clapped them onto Ginko's shoulders. "Sorry. Tryin' not to float off here."
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He started for a moment, as always, at the contact, then just laughed again and reached up to place a hand on one of JW's. "I... think I know what you mean."
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Obviously the proper response to this is to butt your head against his chest and start laughing again. Only now it's more like wheezing. Something broke, but JW was okay with it. Finally he drew his head away and put an arm around the broader man.
"Are you ready for dinner?"
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He gave a nod, slightly startled by how comfortable he was with JW's arm around him like this (and vaguely remembering a bitterly cold day some time ago, out in the mountains in Japan).
"Yeah. I think so."
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...Ah yeah. That. "Huh. Wonder how that happened." He allowed himself the briefest glance back into the room as JW dragged him out.
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The kitchen smelled amazing and on the counter was a tiny assembly line for the tacos. Or what used to be one. He had put out lettuce, the pot of seasoned meat, the cheese, and shells but had been to anxious to go bother Ginko so he'd just assembled them all himself.
Now there was just a pile of tacos.
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"Alright, come on!"
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"Told you I got distracted...help yourself." He fixed himself a plate with two tacos, too distracted and overjoyed to bother with self-imposed rules and handed Ginko an empty one. "And don't worry about being neat eating these things. It's not gonna happen."
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He just grabbed one to start with, but it didn't last long. "Hey, these are really good."
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"Thanks. My Mami taught me how to make 'em when I was a kid."
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"Well, your Mami did a pretty great thing, then."
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"She did, I owe the Valentines a lot. They were my second family--the ones that gave me this."
He tugged at his shirt collar.
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"That why you wear it so much, then?"
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It wasn't one though.
"So, tacos?"