[Motochika splays his fingers over Mitsuhide's heart and dares to press a gentle kiss upon Mitsuhide's cheek. ]
I am happy to hear it.
[After one last lingering look at Mitsuhide in lieu of a caress, Motochika then retreats, rolling away and sitting up at the edge of the bed they share. Hopefully Mitsuhide will understand why he takes the covers with him -- Mitsuhide wears more layers than him to bed, and today he feels modest of his lack, though he knows that his lover has seen him in less.]
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I am happy to hear it.
[After one last lingering look at Mitsuhide in lieu of a caress, Motochika then retreats, rolling away and sitting up at the edge of the bed they share. Hopefully Mitsuhide will understand why he takes the covers with him -- Mitsuhide wears more layers than him to bed, and today he feels modest of his lack, though he knows that his lover has seen him in less.]