[Masaoka opens his eyes, but doesn't turn directly towards Kagari. Not out of discomfort, but because Kagari's sounds like he's in pain. Like he's desperate. And Masaoka doesn't think Kagari would want to be seen like that, even if he's let go enough to express it.
Masaoka can feel the irritation of individual strands of hair between his fingers, the scrape of his fingernails against his scalp. Reminders that he is here, that this is (however improbable) real. He takes a deep breath. The air on the station has a particular recycled tint to it, different from the processed scent of the MWSPB building. He does turn towards Kagari now. Slowly, trying to give the young man time to compose himself however he wants to, if he wants to.]
It doesn't have to be Japan. I just don't know how everything's going to work.
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Masaoka can feel the irritation of individual strands of hair between his fingers, the scrape of his fingernails against his scalp. Reminders that he is here, that this is (however improbable) real. He takes a deep breath. The air on the station has a particular recycled tint to it, different from the processed scent of the MWSPB building. He does turn towards Kagari now. Slowly, trying to give the young man time to compose himself however he wants to, if he wants to.]
It doesn't have to be Japan. I just don't know how everything's going to work.
[I want you all to be happy.]