[ Katsura pulls his hands away from Sakamoto's hold, allowing them to settle in his sleeves for now with a gentle huff. He glances over his shoulder at Sakamoto's suggestion with a raised brow, making eye contact with him. It wasn't uncommon, by any means, for Sakamoto to offer him something to drink— it happened during the war; it happens now. He can't help but think that maybe he's wanting them both to fall into some kind of silly state and start messing around again but..
Katsura doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he's prepared for just that.
He lifts his chin slightly, a delicate and small smile teasing the very ends of his lips. ]
—Was it really that terrible of a day for you? [ Maybe he shouldn't have asked that, but.. he cannot help but wonder sometimes what kind of stress his friend goes through on a daily basis. ]
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Katsura doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he's prepared for just that.
He lifts his chin slightly, a delicate and small smile teasing the very ends of his lips. ]
—Was it really that terrible of a day for you?
[ Maybe he shouldn't have asked that, but.. he cannot help but wonder sometimes what kind of stress his friend goes through on a daily basis. ]