[He wants to indulge. Of course, something sweet, he'd rather forget... He reaches out, hesitantly.]
Not about that, then, but about being strong. I want to be strong.
Fear doesn't—
... doesn't suit me. It's unbecoming.
[The words are mumbled, soft and wet, even if he was trying to sound steely. He wants to say he'd rather not have something sweet and childish, but he feels like it's needed, right now, he just wants to throw himself into anything more comfortable and safe than this entire mess and his eyes do look warm, they do look comforting, he can't see past the mask, but by his tone of voice, that's genuine, isn't it...?!
The second their hands touch, he realizes he needs the warmth, right now, and rushes to embrace what he can reach of the wendigo.]
no, clearly, Mitsuhide is such an amazing homemaker it more than makes up for the resulting trauma
He reaches out, hesitantly.]
Not about that, then, but about being strong. I want to be strong.
Fear doesn't—
... doesn't suit me. It's unbecoming.
[The words are mumbled, soft and wet, even if he was trying to sound steely.
He wants to say he'd rather not have something sweet and childish, but he feels like it's needed, right now, he just wants to throw himself into anything more comfortable and safe than this entire mess and his eyes do look warm, they do look comforting, he can't see past the mask, but by his tone of voice, that's genuine, isn't it...?!
The second their hands touch, he realizes he needs the warmth, right now, and rushes to embrace what he can reach of the wendigo.]