[ You've been through so much, he says. Nobody ever recognizes that about him. Nobody ever really tries to show sympathy for what he has gone through— back home or here‚ but right now in this moment, what Zura hears from Sakamoto almost surprises him. His throat tightens up slightly. He doesn't know what else to say, so his hand inches closer to Sakamoto's until his fingers delicately curve around Sakamoto's hand.
He closes his eyes and squeezes Sakamoto's palm, turning his face away from him again, mainly because he is beginning to feel a small smile form on his face and his cheeks beginning to burn. ]
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His throat tightens up slightly. He doesn't know what else to say, so his hand inches closer to Sakamoto's until his fingers delicately curve around Sakamoto's hand.
He closes his eyes and squeezes Sakamoto's palm, turning his face away from him again, mainly because he is beginning to feel a small smile form on his face and his cheeks beginning to burn. ]
—Thank you.
[ then quietly: ]
I think you are strong too.