[But that was a spontaneous feeling, one that left with the sound and was unlikely to return just like that. He didn't doubt Mutsu could summon up that sort of happiness from inside himself, but Souza?
If only he could.]
I... don't know... It was all just...
[Everything, all at once, the silly, pointlessness of it all, the excitement on Mutsu's face, being soaked through, unrefined, with muddy feet and ankles and yukata hems. Still holding hands in the pouring rain.
It's not something he can just summon up.
At least he resists the impulse to apologize for it.]
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[But that was a spontaneous feeling, one that left with the sound and was unlikely to return just like that. He didn't doubt Mutsu could summon up that sort of happiness from inside himself, but Souza?
If only he could.]
I... don't know... It was all just...
[Everything, all at once, the silly, pointlessness of it all, the excitement on Mutsu's face, being soaked through, unrefined, with muddy feet and ankles and yukata hems. Still holding hands in the pouring rain.
It's not something he can just summon up.
At least he resists the impulse to apologize for it.]