[ he was finally at a point where he could admit that he liked those weird head-nudges, and in response he curls his forearm up against his own chest, unsure of what to do with it for now. he stares ahead at the adjacent wall, quiet and mulling over what he could say. truth be told, he was worried. it's not like he could just suggest swimming. it obviously wasn't taking that away. ]
No. [ he shakes his head, but it's more of a refusal to ... shake Nagisa. finally, he decides to lift his arm a bit, resting his hand atop of Nagisa's head. the way his touch smooths over is less of a pet and more of a search -- as if there was really something tangible plaguing him within that could be extracted. ]
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No. [ he shakes his head, but it's more of a refusal to ... shake Nagisa. finally, he decides to lift his arm a bit, resting his hand atop of Nagisa's head. the way his touch smooths over is less of a pet and more of a search -- as if there was really something tangible plaguing him within that could be extracted. ]
You're afraid, right?