Send me a ▲ for my muse's reaction to yours... | Holding their hand for the first time. | Not accepting
Though he'd seen the hand-holding coming- what with the constant brushing of the backs of their hands ever since Link surprised him when he was discharged from his latest hospital stay- the gesture nevertheless brings him out of his pensive silence and stirs the butterflies in his stomach into motion. His usual stoic front is broken with a soft smile. He can’t deny that he actually likes it. That he actually likes Link.
One could argue that they'd technically held hands before. The younger is quick to gently correct Yoshitsugu's motions whenever he'd misplace where a digit should be pointing or whether or not it should be curving during their sign language lessons. Ever the fast learner, Yoshitsugu had gotten considerably better at that, so the touches became less and less of an occurrence.
The meaning behind this was different, though. It meant reciprocation. They've never intertwined their fingers this way, and when it happens he realizes that he’s missed their hands brushing and the warmth that often came with it. His response to the touch, though undetectable by anyone but Link, feels completely new. So the flow has led them to this- he finds then and there that if the current of the times were to lead them in another direction, one where this wouldn’t be possible, he’d readily fight against it.
His head tilts to the side so that his scarf is pushed aside ever so slightly, just enough to show Link a gentle smile. "Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere just yet, so there’s no need to fret.”
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