[He relaxes a little at that, letting some of the tension out of the air. Now that things are, for now, a little bit settled (even if he isn't sure if trying will work, yet), he can breathe. But he also stops even trying to take his wrist back, even when Tsuyukusa's grip loosens. The fact of the matter is he likes the contact, when it isn't a true restraint. But he has to ask that one big loaded question. The same one he's been asking ever since that night.]
Tsuyukusa... why do you care about me? What am I to you now?
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Tsuyukusa... why do you care about me? What am I to you now?