[Sakamoto reels backwards, the motion dizzying enough in itself, nevermind the impact. This is but a small fraction of how badly he deserves to be hit, even though it fills his alcohol-addled brain with a hint of twisted euphoria.

As he rights himself, as his vision settles again, he can’t help but look upon the other fondly, despite his debatably broken nose. Eyes warm with a cooler fire, something hot but not quite ferocious, not as if he’s going to devour the object of his gaze with some merciless attempt at a sale.

His heart is beating faster and faster, and he makes no attempt to quell it. What right does he have, feeling foolish and petty and miserable, lonely… When a man who has spent his whole life running from just that is sitting right here in front of him ?

Sakamoto loves time spent with his loved ones- It’s the most precious thing in the universe, something he could never put a price on.]

Okay. I’m sorry.

[Sincerely.]

I like bein’ close ta people. Didn’t mean to spook ya.

But are ya really gonna be sittin’ so far away this whole time? I’m loud enough already! Ahaha.

It’ll be really annoying if I yell atcha from across the way.

[Zura is easy to spend time with, even if others may find him strange.

Sakamoto has never objected to the other’s oddities- He finds them wonderful.]

Why don’t you come over here?