#b/rugin tbt //

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@henshyne​​ (bruno) asked: ❛ do you trust me? ❜ (accepting)

...what a loaded question. it creates a sense of discomfort, like they’ve been thrust into a spotlight they never asked for. and in a way, they have been― ordinary people might be able to hand out their trust freely, but gin is no ordinary person. but then again, neither is bruno. he of all people would understand how hard it is to trust even people within one’s organization (criminals know best not to trust other criminals, after all), let alone people outside of it. so he’d know, then, what it means to ask for or be offered that trust. something that gin has never done for anyone outside of their brother, the sole constant in their life and the one person gin knows would never hurt them.

but... it’s hard to believe bruno would ever hurt them, either. he’s a good man, after all― a rare breed, someone they would have never thought existed, especially in the cold and cruel world of organized crime. perhaps if gin were to ever attack his group, his family, then maybe he’d be able to hurt them... but that would be earned, and would only prove how truly good he is, protecting his own with his life. besides, they would never dare to do something like that― those people matter to bruno, and so they matter to gin too. not that they’d admit it. not aloud. there are too many eyes and ears everywhere, and one could never be sure whether or not someone else was listening in. god forbid, because gin knows some certain people will stoop to any level, use any bargaining chip, just to achieve whatever terrible goal they have in mind. 

the story of sakunosuke and those children still haunts them, truth be told. 

but it’s for that reason that gin does not answer him out loud. instead, they simply place their hand in his, interlocking their fingers and giving a gentle squeeze. at the same time, their head falls to rest gently on his shoulder, waiting for a beat before they nod slowly, too.

❝...don’t ask stupid questions,❞ they mumble, voice as rough from disuse as ever. that much, at least, is ambiguous enough to perhaps dissuade potential eavesdroppers. not that gin thinks there are any right now, but paranoia has kept them alive for the past several years, and they’re not about to change that any time soon. they don’t offer much more than that anyway, instead just letting their eyes fall shut and they allow themself to relax, serving as definitive proof that yes, they trust him, and he’d better not make them regret allowing him that privilege.