[ Koushuu rolls his eyes a little at the way he keeps his voice down, but doesn't call him on it or anything else. It's fair, though, given the fact that she was brutally attacked and is now fighting back against her killer. Of course Eijun is going to worry about her, because he's the most strangely empathetic human being that Koushuu's ever met.
So he just tolerates being clung to (as if it's that much of a hardship, when his heart does a weird little jump in his chest in response to him hiding against his arm). Shifting a little, he offers him his hand, palm up, against the top of Eijun's thigh. ] She won't die. She has to live for him.
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So he just tolerates being clung to (as if it's that much of a hardship, when his heart does a weird little jump in his chest in response to him hiding against his arm). Shifting a little, he offers him his hand, palm up, against the top of Eijun's thigh. ] She won't die. She has to live for him.