[ He really isn't sure when he earned this. Him. What he's done except for lean on him, hurt him, frustrate him. Need him. The gentleness knocks something loose, breath hitching in-in-in—
And streaming slowly out. He lets the handkerchief drop into his lap so he can lift a hand, wrap it soft around Takeshi's wrist, closing his eyes through a cycle of two deep breaths. When he opens them again, there's a little more resolve. ]
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And streaming slowly out. He lets the handkerchief drop into his lap so he can lift a hand, wrap it soft around Takeshi's wrist, closing his eyes through a cycle of two deep breaths. When he opens them again, there's a little more resolve. ]
I'll tell you. If you want to know.