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[ Mine feels that he moves around behind, beside him, shuffling closer into shared space, Nishikiyama's legs brush against his feet. Their fingers interlaced, Mine locks the patriarch's in behind his knuckles. Even less than what they did to begin with, Mine'd not expected himself to lean into the kind of intimacy that is now, with most of a clear head. He withdraws, rather, but with Nishikiyama dislikes doing so. Mine hears praise when he affirms his own half-question, with a kind of sobriety that he'd thought was his alone. Nishikiyama between his teeth had felt so delicate. ]

You're the first time I did that.

[ He'd known, probably. But does he enjoy the prospect of this confession? Mine keeps watching Nishikiyama for the reaction. ]