[ah. the weight of Minato's touch settles warmly against his wrist, and for some reason. . . that helps. as if seeing Minato napping on a bench outside of the VR wasn't enough!]
[he exhales deeply, gaze flickering down to those fingers resting against warm skin, and manages a lopsided smile]
A bench is pretty bad, actually.
[a light tease, though it is laced with genuine concern]
no subject
[he exhales deeply, gaze flickering down to those fingers resting against warm skin, and manages a lopsided smile]
A bench is pretty bad, actually.
[a light tease, though it is laced with genuine concern]
You're going to ruin your back that way.