[ He doesn't get what is so funny or why Sakamoto is laughing— and this is an ongoing thing. Sakamoto laughs, Katsura doesn't get it (sometimes, though, he does and he is the only person that does) but the warm hand wrapping over his typically cold, clammy fingers that rest underneath the table does make his heart beat happily as he eases a sigh out and closes his eyes for a moment.
This is so.. weird. He didn't think he would ever be holding hands with somebody like this on the down-low and in front of so many people. It's .. exciting and refreshing. A part of him wants to lean against Sakamoto and bury into his shoulder, take in his scent with each breath and just feel content.. but another part of him wants to appear strong and confident, here in front of other people. They don't need to see how happy he is about this.
His thumb rolls along the side of Sakamoto's hand in appreciation, a very small smile curving on his lips. ]
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This is so.. weird.
He didn't think he would ever be holding hands with somebody like this on the down-low and in front of so many people. It's .. exciting and refreshing. A part of him wants to lean against Sakamoto and bury into his shoulder, take in his scent with each breath and just feel content.. but another part of him wants to appear strong and confident, here in front of other people. They don't need to see how happy he is about this.
His thumb rolls along the side of Sakamoto's hand in appreciation, a very small smile curving on his lips. ]
Much better.