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[ After a long moment of silence, he reaches over, placing his hands on Naruhodou's face, resting against his cheeks lightly. There's something stiff and wavery about them, but that's the sickness talking. Still, he holds them there. ]

You're worth it.

. . .[His lips tremble as he shuts his eyes, trying to hold back the tears. He thought he would be okay, but everytime Asougi talked to him like this, reminding him that he was worthwhile to someone, he ends up falling apart anyway. He nods, reaching up to put his hand over one of his.] So are you. [He puts on his best smile, eventhough there were tears falling down his face.]

Honestly, Naruhodou . . .

[ Despite his words, though, his tone is warm, fond. He wipes away a few of the tears with his thumbs, shaking his head slowly. ]

Stop making me cry then! [Even as he says that, he's laughing. At least he's not upset crying.] Only you would make me feel this way.

It's not hard.

[ He lifts his hand, using the whole thing to brush the tears from his cheek. ]

[He groans, grabbing a hold of that hand with both of his.] I'll get better! [He sniffles, proceeding to wipe the remaining tears himself.]

I believe you.

[ Though his tone is a bit teasing. He seems tired, but that's probably the sickness talking. ]

[There's a few more quiet sniffles, as he looks back up to him. Have long have they been talking? He reaches up to press his hand on his cheek. He's so warm.] . . . You should focus on getting better yourself.