[ That's - better, and it's weird to admit that, but then this whole thing is weird. His fingers curl between Furuya's, his grip firm, and he seems to relax with a soft breath.
His free hand reaches out to pat Furuya's hair down - the top's doing something ridiculous, and it's distracting - and trails slowly back, his shoulder still tilted toward Furuya.
He swallows, and rumbles as much as anything: ]
'm home.
[ He almost takes it back, feeling the sentimentality of it right away, but it was right to say, he thinks. That this sometimes volatile rivalry is home, of a sort. ]
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His free hand reaches out to pat Furuya's hair down - the top's doing something ridiculous, and it's distracting - and trails slowly back, his shoulder still tilted toward Furuya.
He swallows, and rumbles as much as anything: ]
'm home.
[ He almost takes it back, feeling the sentimentality of it right away, but it was right to say, he thinks. That this sometimes volatile rivalry is home, of a sort. ]