[Takemichi doesn't shy away from Mikey's hands. He's always been like that. No matter how many times Mikey's told him that he's dangerous, no matter that he just kicked Takemichi in the face, Takemichi always pushes further, inches closer. He provokes constantly, oblivious and relentless in his warmth. So when Mikey reaches out to him, he doesn't pull back. He slides his palm over Mikey's wrist, a grip that's just as comforting for him as he hopes it is for Mikey.
More comforting than his expression, at least. Takemichi can't see how contorted his own face is, but he can feel it - the desperation tugging at his brows and twitching at his lips.]
But... That's impossible, right? [As if Mikey could have the answer to that question.] I changed so much. I...
[He even managed to get people killed. How could that not change anything?]
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More comforting than his expression, at least. Takemichi can't see how contorted his own face is, but he can feel it - the desperation tugging at his brows and twitching at his lips.]
But... That's impossible, right? [As if Mikey could have the answer to that question.] I changed so much. I...
[He even managed to get people killed. How could that not change anything?]