[There's a second where he tenses reflexively, since warrior's instinct has him naturally bristling to be pinned in any way, even if his wrists are just being lightly held. But it's a tension that only lasts a second, and Souji lets Jae-ha kiss his fingers and hands and wrist with an almost docile acceptance that brightly contrasts with how sharp he is in battle.
It's nice, though. Being able to feel close to others like this is nice.]
So you don't have many left.
[Years, that is. There's something in his voice that might be a little melancholy, but he doesn't exactly sound mournful. Not even surprised, really. Maybe there's something to that notion he'd heard once - how people close to death can sense it on others.
Carefully, he extracts one hand from Jae-ha's hold, but only so he can grab that hand for himself. He guides it to his own face, so he can rest his fevered cheek against it, briefly closing his eyes.]
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It's nice, though. Being able to feel close to others like this is nice.]
So you don't have many left.
[Years, that is. There's something in his voice that might be a little melancholy, but he doesn't exactly sound mournful. Not even surprised, really. Maybe there's something to that notion he'd heard once - how people close to death can sense it on others.
Carefully, he extracts one hand from Jae-ha's hold, but only so he can grab that hand for himself. He guides it to his own face, so he can rest his fevered cheek against it, briefly closing his eyes.]
Do you think you'll die with no regrets, then?