[Suddenly he's reminded of why they're in this position in the first place; because he went and got himself shot, and... And he's still not sure why Mitsuru was afraid for him. But he's feeling an echo of that now.
He wants to reach back out to her. To reassure her that he's fine. Instead, his fingers dig into the bed sheets, clutching at them. And he can't help but think it's a poor substitute for holding onto her, or threading his fingers through her hair-
And he also spares a moment to wonder what the hell is wrong with him. Why is he even thinking of her like that? Or dwelling on how it felt to wake up with her curled against him?
It's clear she doesn't want to dwell on it. And equally clear he should be following her lead.]
"Right. No reason to change things up, just because of a weird night.
Or... A weird couple of nights; pretty sure this counted as strange."
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[Suddenly he's reminded of why they're in this position in the first place; because he went and got himself shot, and... And he's still not sure why Mitsuru was afraid for him. But he's feeling an echo of that now.
He wants to reach back out to her. To reassure her that he's fine. Instead, his fingers dig into the bed sheets, clutching at them. And he can't help but think it's a poor substitute for holding onto her, or threading his fingers through her hair-
And he also spares a moment to wonder what the hell is wrong with him. Why is he even thinking of her like that? Or dwelling on how it felt to wake up with her curled against him?
It's clear she doesn't want to dwell on it. And equally clear he should be following her lead.]
"Right. No reason to change things up, just because of a weird night.
Or... A weird couple of nights; pretty sure this counted as strange."