[For a moment, he's silent as Tenka settles his forehead on Sousei's shoulder. It seems cruel to move, and...it's true, Tenka would do this when they were kids, as well, when he was really upset. When something went wrong, or he was really tired from training that day. Those rare times when it felt like Taiko was unfair, and Tenka would whine and complain until he fell asleep--and the next day was brighter again, as usual.
He was worse at dealing with it as a child, Sousei notes distantly. That level of touch and intimacy had always bothered him, when he was small and so very unused to it, but now his breathing is steady. He's not comfortable with initiating this level of touch, no--but he's not surprised by this either.
Still, tea needs fetching, and Tenka does sound a little hoarse. He has no idea what happened, but if Tenka came straight to him...well, he'll trust him to tell him. They don't keep secrets anymore, after all. So after that brief moment of contemplation--]
Fine. I will make tea this time. You have to let me stand up, though.
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He was worse at dealing with it as a child, Sousei notes distantly. That level of touch and intimacy had always bothered him, when he was small and so very unused to it, but now his breathing is steady. He's not comfortable with initiating this level of touch, no--but he's not surprised by this either.
Still, tea needs fetching, and Tenka does sound a little hoarse. He has no idea what happened, but if Tenka came straight to him...well, he'll trust him to tell him. They don't keep secrets anymore, after all. So after that brief moment of contemplation--]
Fine. I will make tea this time. You have to let me stand up, though.