"And then what?" Hisashi thinks to himself, too many theoretical dead-ends and bad outcomes buzzing in his head. But Miyuki's tenderness is new, and he's curious, desperately curious, so he puts the math to rest and looks for trust instead.

He brushes his thumb past Miyuki's knuckle as reassurance, for both of them. "That's fine," he starts, stumbles a little on it, "I don't mind."