[It feels good, having Hizashi's hand in his own, letting him hold his hand even though all of this. A comfort, and one he needs, especially if he's going to make it through this. This conversation, this day, this...whatever it is.
Outside, he leads Hizashi away, finding a shaded alcove on the street that is half-hidden from the world by an overgrown bush, a place where they can talk, alone and uninterrupted by the chaos outside. Once they're there, he turns to face Hizashi, reaching to take his other hand as well. His head is shaking, but it's not a no. Instead, it's a...a wait, maybe.]
You aren't going to like it. But it's something that has to be done.
[He hesitates, then speaks again, looking oddly uncertain, almost vulnerable.]
I...before I tell you. I have a favor to ask.
...Kiss me?
[A strange thing to ask a husband, perhaps, but...well, there they are.]
me neither
Outside, he leads Hizashi away, finding a shaded alcove on the street that is half-hidden from the world by an overgrown bush, a place where they can talk, alone and uninterrupted by the chaos outside. Once they're there, he turns to face Hizashi, reaching to take his other hand as well. His head is shaking, but it's not a no. Instead, it's a...a wait, maybe.]
You aren't going to like it. But it's something that has to be done.
[He hesitates, then speaks again, looking oddly uncertain, almost vulnerable.]
I...before I tell you. I have a favor to ask.
...Kiss me?
[A strange thing to ask a husband, perhaps, but...well, there they are.]