[ Sakamoto talks and talks. Katsura gets it. He talks a lot too, especially when he knows somebody is going to listen. He also relates to Tatsuma's words and can understand very well the enjoyment it is to have somebody put their attention on you— lavishing you with admiration and affection. Zura is a bit starved in that regard; growing up hardly knowing his parents and just getting to know his grandmother. He latched onto Shouyou, though it took awhile for him to open up more. Maybe it was out of fear he would lose him if he did that.
In the end, it didn't matter. He lost him anyway. ]
It's hard to ignore you. [ This is said with an unreadable tone of voice; it sounded both stern but fond. His fingers slip, idly playing with the hem along Sakamoto's top, right where it crosses over. ]
I'm sure this set of clothes is dirty from where you've been working today, haaa? [ Maybe you should take them off, is what he is implying. ]
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In the end, it didn't matter.
He lost him anyway. ]
It's hard to ignore you.
[ This is said with an unreadable tone of voice; it sounded both stern but fond. His fingers slip, idly playing with the hem along Sakamoto's top, right where it crosses over. ]
I'm sure this set of clothes is dirty from where you've been working today, haaa?
[ Maybe you should take them off, is what he is implying. ]