[If Ken were ever worried about falling apart...well, an arm loops around those shoulders of his, hand securely on his opposite arm. A warm, almost TOO warm body presses close to him, hand moving up to run through that mess of brown hair.
Kaneda had certainly gotten touchy over these last few months, but a lot of it was because Ken needed it. And maybe because he needed a little bit of it too.]
Write him notes if you have to.
That usually always brings em back.
[He smiles, pushing his cheek against that hair as he holds his bowl with the other hand, swirling it idly.]
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Kaneda had certainly gotten touchy over these last few months, but a lot of it was because Ken needed it. And maybe because he needed a little bit of it too.]
Write him notes if you have to.
That usually always brings em back.
[He smiles, pushing his cheek against that hair as he holds his bowl with the other hand, swirling it idly.]
Worked with you.