[ He shouldn't have touched Furuya's hair - he wants to do it again as soon as he's pulled back, a tight fondness pulling at his chest. Furuya's verbal response doesn't make it any better, the quiet of it heavy in his ears, and he's struck silent and surprised as Furuya moves.
It leaves him perfectly vulnerable to their new point of contact, and he's still for a moment as he wavers on whether or not to break the calm. His sentimentality wins again - and he gives into the urge to touch Furuya's hair again, petting it gently.
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It leaves him perfectly vulnerable to their new point of contact, and he's still for a moment as he wavers on whether or not to break the calm. His sentimentality wins again - and he gives into the urge to touch Furuya's hair again, petting it gently.
He doesn't say anything, breathing slow. ]