[The fingers moving across his cheek relax him again. It's a nice, soft feeling despite the slightly callous fingers the other boy has. His shoulders drop as soon as he takes the time to look at Yamamoto's smile instead of worrying over his own mental panic or how weird he might have sounded to Yamamoto. He parts his lips to say something reassuring-- something about how he wouldn't have thought it was wrong if Yamamoto had confessed, but openly stares as the distance between them closes again. His eyes fall half-lidded after a few seconds before finding his lips slowly moving to catch Yamamoto's. Speaking just seems to lead him to unexpected bouts of truth telling, but even without words he's letting himself be honest.]
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