[ Glancing aside when addressed, Kizuna considers him like he knows more than he ought to, though it could just be a trick of the light, a glint of something left behind after looking for too long. He leans against the headboard with a soft hum, attention momentarily taken away from whatever he'd been looking at on his watch. ]
You're welcome. [ Tempting fate, he reaches aside with his free hand, carding long fingers through his hair again. ] Are people not nice to you very often?
[ He asks even when he feels it, the way a gentle touch seems to burn through some of his fogginess to get at the tender feelings beneath. Not because Scott isn't familiar with them, but because he is. All it takes is a little reminder, sometimes. ]
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You're welcome. [ Tempting fate, he reaches aside with his free hand, carding long fingers through his hair again. ] Are people not nice to you very often?
[ He asks even when he feels it, the way a gentle touch seems to burn through some of his fogginess to get at the tender feelings beneath. Not because Scott isn't familiar with them, but because he is. All it takes is a little reminder, sometimes. ]