[ It doesn't occur to him to reassure Hifumi that he won't use whatever he says against him, because the thought doesn't cross his mind. He's here to listen. Gentaro knows what it's like to keep secrets; he wouldn't use those against anyone.
He draws in a breath when Hifumi takes his hand. His touch may as well be made of pure electricity, the way it sparks across his skin. Gentaro swallows, hesitates for a moment, then brings his other hand over Hifumi's. He gives a gentle squeeze--easy encouragement, silent reassurance. ]
Mm. [ It's just the briefest confirmation. Another squeeze. ] Not unlike your own suit of armor, hm?
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He draws in a breath when Hifumi takes his hand. His touch may as well be made of pure electricity, the way it sparks across his skin. Gentaro swallows, hesitates for a moment, then brings his other hand over Hifumi's. He gives a gentle squeeze--easy encouragement, silent reassurance. ]
Mm. [ It's just the briefest confirmation. Another squeeze. ] Not unlike your own suit of armor, hm?