[The fond little mutter is almost, almost protested, but he realizes that's exactly what Kashuu would do, so... It's fine. It's fine, and he just lets it go. If Okita is commenting on it, then it must be true, in some ways, and it didn't sound derisive, so he could agree for the sake of agreeing.
Besides, there were more important matters to attend to than petty little protests.]
I... [It's... weird, to be asked for help, like this. He'd planned on it, over years and years, that if he ever got a chance to meet him again, if he was in the awful state he so strongly remembered him in, that he would do everything in his power to help, to be useful. With it confronting him directly, he falters, like when he first had a body and wasn't sure what to do with it.
But duty and resolve and love kick in, and he's scanning the beach for a good spot to sit a moment later. It wouldn't do to just... plop down where they're standing. It's too near the smoothie bar, and he doesn't have his sword to cut anyone who stepped on Souji down at the ankles. There are a few shady spots, but they're far enough that walking is out of the question, especially with Souji having swallowed his pride and coughed up words asking for help.
So it's with a contemplative little hum that he finally responds.]
Of course I can...
[And, of course, he's still a little absent, still eyeing that prime shady spot - he even has enough spare towels they wouldn't have to sit in the sand... but...
Well, he'd better have the respect to ask.]
Okita-kun? Can I carry you? Just over there, out of the sun...
[So you don't have to be humiliated trying to walk over there, shuffling and clinging on him. So it's his idea. So you don't have to ask for that much help.]
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[The fond little mutter is almost, almost protested, but he realizes that's exactly what Kashuu would do, so... It's fine. It's fine, and he just lets it go. If Okita is commenting on it, then it must be true, in some ways, and it didn't sound derisive, so he could agree for the sake of agreeing.
Besides, there were more important matters to attend to than petty little protests.]
I... [It's... weird, to be asked for help, like this. He'd planned on it, over years and years, that if he ever got a chance to meet him again, if he was in the awful state he so strongly remembered him in, that he would do everything in his power to help, to be useful. With it confronting him directly, he falters, like when he first had a body and wasn't sure what to do with it.
But duty and resolve and love kick in, and he's scanning the beach for a good spot to sit a moment later. It wouldn't do to just... plop down where they're standing. It's too near the smoothie bar, and he doesn't have his sword to cut anyone who stepped on Souji down at the ankles. There are a few shady spots, but they're far enough that walking is out of the question, especially with Souji having swallowed his pride and coughed up words asking for help.
So it's with a contemplative little hum that he finally responds.]
Of course I can...
[And, of course, he's still a little absent, still eyeing that prime shady spot - he even has enough spare towels they wouldn't have to sit in the sand... but...
Well, he'd better have the respect to ask.]
Okita-kun? Can I carry you? Just over there, out of the sun...
[So you don't have to be humiliated trying to walk over there, shuffling and clinging on him. So it's his idea. So you don't have to ask for that much help.]