[ He nods again, giving a simple, quiet response. But as he does so, he reaches over with his other hand to take Naruhodou's, lacing their fingers together. "A few years" . . . he couldn't even imagine it. One seemed overwhelming as it is. ] . . . We're fine now.
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[ He nods again, giving a simple, quiet response. But as he does so, he reaches over with his other hand to take Naruhodou's, lacing their fingers together. "A few years" . . . he couldn't even imagine it. One seemed overwhelming as it is. ] . . . We're fine now.