He really does hold onto Yasusada sometimes in the same way someone might tightly hold onto themselves, in moments of loneliness or panic or terror. Yasusada is grounding and familiar - someone he knows like the back of his hand. Ever-present, always reliable. Holding him tightly, as if in spite toward the space that ever exists between them, is something that always feels natural.
He doesn't say anything in response. He knows he doesn't have to, in the same way that technically, none of what they've said needed to be said. That intrinsic understanding shines through.
It'll be a cold day in hell when this place tears Yasusada from his hands without him being close behind.]
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He really does hold onto Yasusada sometimes in the same way someone might tightly hold onto themselves, in moments of loneliness or panic or terror. Yasusada is grounding and familiar - someone he knows like the back of his hand. Ever-present, always reliable. Holding him tightly, as if in spite toward the space that ever exists between them, is something that always feels natural.
He doesn't say anything in response. He knows he doesn't have to, in the same way that technically, none of what they've said needed to be said. That intrinsic understanding shines through.
It'll be a cold day in hell when this place tears Yasusada from his hands without him being close behind.]