[Naoki's palm smooths up her back. His touches, everything, they're gentle right now. But, at the same time, there's no give to them. He presses his palm against her back like there's a lingering anxiety, a recollection of waking up with her gone.
His eyes are closed and, whether she realises it or not, he's feeling as much from her emotions as he can. He's letting all of them wash over him, pained as many may be. He's not a mind-reader... but this will do.]
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His eyes are closed and, whether she realises it or not, he's feeling as much from her emotions as he can. He's letting all of them wash over him, pained as many may be. He's not a mind-reader... but this will do.]