What if he was still inside his home, hiding—imagining that, he was unable to stop his body from trembling.
―I’m scared&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;
Kusamakura stroked Tatsumi’s lowered head. Suddenly being touched, Tatsumi lifted his face. He took away his hand with a quiet, ah. Feeling a little disappointed by that, Tatsumi bit his lip.
“Ah, no&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;um, I mean, sorry. For touching you all of a sudden.”
“Huh, no&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;”
This was the second time Kusamakura had pet his head like that. He didn’t really think it was a bad thing. He was happy when he pat his head, but telling him that would make him sound way too childish, even so, he was happy to be touched by him. That was why he didn’t want him to apologize. He couldn’t tell him that though.
“Anyway, I’ll take a look around the whole apartment&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;you come too.”
“Huh&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;?”
“You’re anxious, right? We should be together.”
“R-Right.”
Tatsumi placed the mug on the table, then held out his hand toward Kusamakura. As if to say, here I am, Kusamakura held out his right arm for him.