Kazuya lets his arm swing while Nabe moves, slides his heels back across the ground to make room so he isn't tripping, and catches Nabe's eye. When his hair gets messed up like that, Kazuya's always got the urge to brush it back down nudging at his fingers.

"I--" he laughs, jittery, and twists his wrist to tuck his fingers around Nabe's palm, instead. "Yeah, I could do that, couldn't I?" He rocks to his feet, rushing because if he doesn't, he starts to have second thoughts with the subtitle Cowardice. He bumps into Nabe's space like he hadn't, before, grip pulsing gently tight around Nabe's fingers.