[ It is a bit of a jumpscare when Rin jogs a few steps to catch up to him, and as twitchy as ever, Fuuta does give a little start when he first feels slender fingers sliding against his palm. But it's also not like he minds? Though he does briefly cast her a sideways glance -- cheeks still flushed, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard -- he looks ahead once more as he lets their hands clasp. It feels right. ]

With the way I've been living for the past few years, you think I'm a stickler for comfort? I just don't wanna [ fuck ] do anything out in the open like some sort of animal.

[ At least it doesn't seem like Rin's going to have to follow through on her threat of violence; the cabin is quiet as they approach, with no signs of movement visible through the windows. Theirs for the taking. ]