[Ah . . . that feels better than he wants to admit. It's been a long while since someone's touched him like that. Oh, Midnight and Mic will touch him, throwing arms around his shoulders or taking his arm, but that's different. This is something deliberate, something sweet and intimate, and he shouldn't like it as much as he does.
For just a moment, his eyes close. A soft exhale leaves him, pleased and satisfied, and then he opens his eyes.]
Good.
[Good he's better, or good that he's touching him? Both, maybe. He reaches up, covering Toshinori's hand with his own, aware that he might try and pull it away.]
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For just a moment, his eyes close. A soft exhale leaves him, pleased and satisfied, and then he opens his eyes.]
Good.
[Good he's better, or good that he's touching him? Both, maybe. He reaches up, covering Toshinori's hand with his own, aware that he might try and pull it away.]
Hey. Do you really want your shirt fixed?