[ his mouth quirks at the laughter, grateful that tenka can still laugh even when he's concerned. though a part of him does wonder just how much he masks-- like souza himself, who hides despair beneath smiles and teasing warmth. for a man who'd essentially raised his younger brothers, tenka probably felt he couldn't show his sadness to them. does that extend now to everyone..? the serious side of tenka earlier.. how many people have ever seen it?
the thought makes his fingers tighten in his apron again, a breath shuddering out of him. it doesn't.. quite seem fair to tenka, if it's true.
fingers uncurling from fabric, he reaches around, curling his arm around tenka in a quick, hard squeeze. he relaxes again a moment later, then, making a musing noise. ]
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the thought makes his fingers tighten in his apron again, a breath shuddering out of him. it doesn't.. quite seem fair to tenka, if it's true.
fingers uncurling from fabric, he reaches around, curling his arm around tenka in a quick, hard squeeze. he relaxes again a moment later, then, making a musing noise. ]
.. What could cause them to want to?