[All this and he can't manage that. Having Masamune out of the apartment for more than a week meant Satoru had a lot of time alone to think, and the things he's thought about have been complicated. How it felt to come home and not have Masamune there... not great. Not what he wanted.
It feels strange to consider that this might be what he wanted, but not bad-strange. Satoru rolls a little more until he's on his side, facing Masamune but considerably closer, and he follows through on the message from Masamune's last touch. He lifts his hand, slides it palm to palm with Masamune's, then wiggles his fingers in between.
All this without ever looking away from Masamune.
The question just gets a non-committal hum, but once their hands are linked, Satoru does let his weight settle into the mattress again.]
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It feels strange to consider that this might be what he wanted, but not bad-strange. Satoru rolls a little more until he's on his side, facing Masamune but considerably closer, and he follows through on the message from Masamune's last touch. He lifts his hand, slides it palm to palm with Masamune's, then wiggles his fingers in between.
All this without ever looking away from Masamune.
The question just gets a non-committal hum, but once their hands are linked, Satoru does let his weight settle into the mattress again.]