[It makes his heart sore (both metaphorically and somewhat literally) to watch Souji observe his vessel with such intensity, to see that there isn't any disapproval or disappointment in his face. It's enthralling when Souji's fingers brush barely-there against the metal, and he feels adored, which threatens to choke him. He almost can't get his words out when that hand comes to rest on his and he hears "you are important".
But he can't just keep tearing up and being embarrassing, right? So he looks up from their hands and he smiles. Surprisingly, it comes to him much more easily than he felt like it would.]
I'll hold you to that, okay? So... please take good care of me.
[His customary greeting, but without any of the exuberance and haughtiness and put-on arrogance that he normally displays. There's no accusation in it either - no attempt at guilting; just the quiet hope that, at least in part, he can be a good sword for this man once more.]
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But he can't just keep tearing up and being embarrassing, right? So he looks up from their hands and he smiles. Surprisingly, it comes to him much more easily than he felt like it would.]
I'll hold you to that, okay? So... please take good care of me.
[His customary greeting, but without any of the exuberance and haughtiness and put-on arrogance that he normally displays. There's no accusation in it either - no attempt at guilting; just the quiet hope that, at least in part, he can be a good sword for this man once more.]