[He was always guessing, even as Pharos, about the extent of Minato's affection. If it was something he had no qualms about, it was touching. It made him feel solid, like the world was something more than a lucid dream. With a hint of a smile, he watches Minato's hand drop to his lap. He gives him a moment to collect himself before unabashedly reaching for his wrist, putting it back on his cheek and leaning into his palm.]
You should talk to her.
[And he leans forward closer, if possible, resting his head beneath Minato's.]
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[He was always guessing, even as Pharos, about the extent of Minato's affection. If it was something he had no qualms about, it was touching. It made him feel solid, like the world was something more than a lucid dream. With a hint of a smile, he watches Minato's hand drop to his lap. He gives him a moment to collect himself before unabashedly reaching for his wrist, putting it back on his cheek and leaning into his palm.]
You should talk to her.
[And he leans forward closer, if possible, resting his head beneath Minato's.]
She's a lovely person.