[He has yet to say the words, but it doesn't matter. Sakamoto's eyes and face are so honest in their affection that one could feel almost trapped by his gaze, which is warm and enticing in nature.
His laugh is short enough to be mistaken for a scoff, but there's nothing derisive about it.]
You sound surprised.
[They are a couple, a couple of good friends, or at least that's what Sakamoto would say. What does it matter, what people call them? It seems as if those kinds of labels are society's way to lock people up, to keep a relationship from changing.
If they don't say anything about it, they can allow it to grow however they wish.]
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His laugh is short enough to be mistaken for a scoff, but there's nothing derisive about it.]
You sound surprised.
[They are a couple, a couple of good friends, or at least that's what Sakamoto would say. What does it matter, what people call them? It seems as if those kinds of labels are society's way to lock people up, to keep a relationship from changing.
If they don't say anything about it, they can allow it to grow however they wish.]