(How cute, Tsurumaru thinks. The way he's pouting reminds him of certain people back home. Reaching out, he places his hand on top of Aki's head and gives it light tussle,)
You're totally miserable.
(He can feel it. Even without the ring, he can feel it in the way he holds onto his sword form like it's some safety line. It's been a long time since he was last held like that. He can barely remember when the last time was.)
I love you too. (His hand stills, just resting on top of Aki's head,) I don't think I can die like this.
(He's always been comfortable speaking about death. Maybe a little too comfortable at times. It doesn't bother him and he rarely cares if it bothers others.)
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You're totally miserable.
(He can feel it. Even without the ring, he can feel it in the way he holds onto his sword form like it's some safety line. It's been a long time since he was last held like that. He can barely remember when the last time was.)
I love you too. (His hand stills, just resting on top of Aki's head,) I don't think I can die like this.
(He's always been comfortable speaking about death. Maybe a little too comfortable at times. It doesn't bother him and he rarely cares if it bothers others.)
... Sorry.
(But when it's Aki, of course he cares.)