[ he doesn't seem to mind all that much that his wrist is essentially held hostage, shifting to sit a little closer. ]
... yeah. I'll hold you to that.
[ it's a nice thought — one he wants to keep believing in. gently, he reaches over with the non-hostage hand, tugs on the pillow that junpei is still sort of hugging, just so he can move it next to his head. ]
C'mon, [ he says, tapping the pillow against his head to indicate that junpei should lift his so he can slide it under, to spare his poor neck. ]
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... yeah. I'll hold you to that.
[ it's a nice thought — one he wants to keep believing in. gently, he reaches over with the non-hostage hand, tugs on the pillow that junpei is still sort of hugging, just so he can move it next to his head. ]
C'mon, [ he says, tapping the pillow against his head to indicate that junpei should lift his so he can slide it under, to spare his poor neck. ]