[yes. good. Minato easily picked up what Akira was laying down. with a hitched breath, he obliges the slight pressure against his shoulder, easing himself down onto his back, gray eyes still locked with the slight blue in his companion's. though he doesn't move without resting one hand against the knuckles of Minato's, holding it tightly-- but gently-- in his grasp]
I don't really. . . care about things being "fair."
[not in a situation like this. even though. . . if he were in Minato's shoes, then he totally would]
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I don't really. . . care about things being "fair."
[not in a situation like this. even though. . . if he were in Minato's shoes, then he totally would]