Rin stares for a moment, letting out a sigh like a growl. Sousuke, you're so drunk. But the growl wasn't meant in anger, but frustration. He didn't much like his friend's drink being spiked one way or the other.
But his fingers uncurl slowly, and hesitantly reach out to Sousuke's, a little touch of uncertainty before naturally folding together like a jacket zipper to fight back the cold.)) Sorry about that, Sousuke.
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Rin stares for a moment, letting out a sigh like a growl. Sousuke, you're so drunk. But the growl wasn't meant in anger, but frustration. He didn't much like his friend's drink being spiked one way or the other.
But his fingers uncurl slowly, and hesitantly reach out to Sousuke's, a little touch of uncertainty before naturally folding together like a jacket zipper to fight back the cold.)) Sorry about that, Sousuke.
((He was never good about talking feelings.))