[He's worried for a moment that Masamune's hand moving means he is going to try to shake Satoru's hand loose, but the touch is more gentle than that, almost encouraging him to hold longer. It's not something he's used to, not like this, but it's not the kind of weird that shakes him. It's just a different part of the same sort of feeling.
The change in Masamune's breathing doesn't go unnoticed. It feels like an opening, like a chance. Masamune doesn't demonstrate anything like vulnerability easily and while Satoru doesn't want to give even the impression of taking advantage of that, he's not sure if another moment like this will ever happen. This delicate balance between what Masamune's offering and what Satoru finds himself needing feels precarious but now, right now, there's a chance it could get stronger.
It's too much to imagine asking for anything right now, but he can speak. He squeezes back and tightens his fingers in Masamune's shirt, then scoots his head back a little, away from Masamune's neck but still on his shoulder. He wants to be able to see his face.]
I want to stay... with you.
[His tone is honest, but there a quiet nervousness there. He can't ask him to stay or that they be together, whatever that'd mean, but he can share the one thing that was clearer than anything else while Masamune was gone. Satoru just likes everything--grocery shopping, laundry... napping--better when Masamune's there.]
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The change in Masamune's breathing doesn't go unnoticed. It feels like an opening, like a chance. Masamune doesn't demonstrate anything like vulnerability easily and while Satoru doesn't want to give even the impression of taking advantage of that, he's not sure if another moment like this will ever happen. This delicate balance between what Masamune's offering and what Satoru finds himself needing feels precarious but now, right now, there's a chance it could get stronger.
It's too much to imagine asking for anything right now, but he can speak. He squeezes back and tightens his fingers in Masamune's shirt, then scoots his head back a little, away from Masamune's neck but still on his shoulder. He wants to be able to see his face.]
I want to stay... with you.
[His tone is honest, but there a quiet nervousness there. He can't ask him to stay or that they be together, whatever that'd mean, but he can share the one thing that was clearer than anything else while Masamune was gone. Satoru just likes everything--grocery shopping, laundry... napping--better when Masamune's there.]