[No regrets sounds like a beautiful way to live, so it's only fitting that Jae-ha live it to the fullest just like that, right?

Maybe he's a little envious.

There's a mildly inquisitive look as his face is guided straight again, and Jae-ha's forehead is probably a little cool compared to his own, considering his fever. But it's still nice. Solid. The words are sweet and kind and they make him smile, and he's bringing his hands up again, resting feather-light against the sides of Jae-ha's head.

Softly:]

I don't think it's what happens to me.

[He hasn't read the history books that he had brought along with him so many weeks ago. Hijikata had died just two days after he first found them, and the could never really rope up the courage he needed to check after that. But between what he knows about his own health and the things Yasusada had said, he can hazard a decent guess.]

But it's a nice dream to have. I'll make the most of what I have while I can, too.

[Even if that just means treasuring the things he's found and the people he loves right here, right now.]