[Sakamoto didn't think that love, in the traditional sense, was even an option for him.

The only woman he's ever really held a torch for doesn't understand what the word means. She is learning, slowly, but she will never be able to return affection with the fervor of a man who is compassionate enough to risk his life for men he had never even spoken a word to.

He watches the way Zura moves, taking note of how comfortable he looks, and how his fingers and his touch aren't held back by the tug of restraint. In fact, he's only realizing now that before he'd never seen Zura so relaxed, as the man was constantly waiting to throw a bomb at so much as the nearest rustle of leaves.]

I wanna tell ya somethin'.

[He kisses the top of Zura's forehead.]

This whole time, you've been goin' on and on about savin' Japan... But every time I'd see ya, and hell! I know it wasn't often...

You looked so sad.

[Sakamoto leans forward so that he is supported by his elbows, and so that he can take hold of Zura's face with both his hands.]

Ahhhhh, I know! It's because you were missin' me.

[There's that laugh again, because he's only joking, because he knows it's more complex than that.]