Sakamoto is so tender at this moment, raw and vulnerable and soft, that any poking or prodding would pierce through the crumbling walls around his heart.]
There's nothin' ta be ashamed of.
[Doubt is a funny thing, poisonous, for a man this determined and this committed to moving forward. He quells whatever it is, that rising unpleasantness in his chest, or at least he tries to...
Although he fails. Is Katsura ashamed of being with him? Embarrassed? Stupid questions, all stupid and untrue.
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Sakamoto is so tender at this moment, raw and vulnerable and soft, that any poking or prodding would pierce through the crumbling walls around his heart.]
There's nothin' ta be ashamed of.
[Doubt is a funny thing, poisonous, for a man this determined and this committed to moving forward. He quells whatever it is, that rising unpleasantness in his chest, or at least he tries to...
Although he fails. Is Katsura ashamed of being with him? Embarrassed? Stupid questions, all stupid and untrue.
Supposedly.]
It's not wrong, you know? To be! Ah.
[Sakamoto gestures vaguely with one hand.]
Like this.
[Not privately, at least.]
Nobody else can see ya. It's just me.