[Her answer vibrates pleasantly against his skin. What was that gesture his mother used to give him? Whenever he was scared (and when she remained his mother) he would run to her embrace. The Tateyamas had given it, too. Slowly, his free hand slides up her back, bunching her hair, and rests on her shoulder. This way, he can make sure she's close by where he can reach her.
In a distant, wavering part of his mind, he frets. Even if he can't kiss her or tell her how much his heart hurts, this is all right, isn't it? He can be allowed this much, right?]
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In a distant, wavering part of his mind, he frets. Even if he can't kiss her or tell her how much his heart hurts, this is all right, isn't it? He can be allowed this much, right?]