. . . Don't tell me you're afraid of confronting the truth now, Naruhodou.
[ Setting his own cup down, Asougi reaches over for the hand that Naruhodou placed on top of his, taking it gently. He leans forward just a bit, so he can easily bring Naruhodou's hand to the back of his neck, resting it beneath his collar, where the scar is. There's a slight bump there, indicative that something happened at some point, though it's long healed over.
Asougi keeps that hand over his, glancing up at him. It wasn't pretty to look at, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel extremely uncomfortable right now, with their hands pressing against it even lightly. But it was necessary. ]
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[ Setting his own cup down, Asougi reaches over for the hand that Naruhodou placed on top of his, taking it gently. He leans forward just a bit, so he can easily bring Naruhodou's hand to the back of his neck, resting it beneath his collar, where the scar is. There's a slight bump there, indicative that something happened at some point, though it's long healed over.
Asougi keeps that hand over his, glancing up at him. It wasn't pretty to look at, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel extremely uncomfortable right now, with their hands pressing against it even lightly. But it was necessary. ]