[The soft touch doesn't break the calm from where Satoru's nestled himself. It just becomes a part of it, like his own breathing and Masamune's breathing and the warmth of the blankets around them. He could easily fall asleep like this, but for all that it seems like a default setting, he can resist.
Especially when there's a good reason to stay awake. He's still under the attention for a few moments, eyes closed, but in the end his greed gets the better of him.
It takes a little bit of wiggling but he does his best to keep it from being a disruption--he likes that hand on his hand, thank you. Once he's got it free, he rests his free hand on Masamune's chest and curls his fingers into his shirt just a little. It's a gentle grip, easily broken but unmistakable.
There's no point in clinging. This isn't going to last and he knows it, even if it just meant that eventually one of them would have another road trip (though the reality is, he's sure, going to be much more immediate). Anybody else might think it was excessive, the way Satoru let Masamune dominate his thoughts in his absence, but Satoru can't imagine having focused on anything else.
He lifts his head, too, just enough to bump against Masamune's chin.]
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Especially when there's a good reason to stay awake. He's still under the attention for a few moments, eyes closed, but in the end his greed gets the better of him.
It takes a little bit of wiggling but he does his best to keep it from being a disruption--he likes that hand on his hand, thank you. Once he's got it free, he rests his free hand on Masamune's chest and curls his fingers into his shirt just a little. It's a gentle grip, easily broken but unmistakable.
There's no point in clinging. This isn't going to last and he knows it, even if it just meant that eventually one of them would have another road trip (though the reality is, he's sure, going to be much more immediate). Anybody else might think it was excessive, the way Satoru let Masamune dominate his thoughts in his absence, but Satoru can't imagine having focused on anything else.
He lifts his head, too, just enough to bump against Masamune's chin.]
Missed you.