[He glances away, suddenly feeling a bit overwhelmed by her confidence, her easy expectations. Even something as simple as -- him smiling. Ichimatsu knows very well that he doesn't smile all that often.]
[But... maybe he does more, around her. Maybe? He hasn't really paid attention to things like that, the mindless way everything seems to ease a little when she's around. If he's smiling then, he wouldn't notice. Not the way he notices when she's happy.]
[He glances back to her and does smile, purposely, leaning further into his hand.]
[He's not cheesy enough to say something painful like... like... he's the one who feels happy when she's smiling. That stuff is fine for a young girl to say, but a grown-ass man like him? Embarrassing. Even if there's the smallest, stealthiest flicker of truth to it.]
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[But... maybe he does more, around her. Maybe? He hasn't really paid attention to things like that, the mindless way everything seems to ease a little when she's around. If he's smiling then, he wouldn't notice. Not the way he notices when she's happy.]
[He glances back to her and does smile, purposely, leaning further into his hand.]
[He's not cheesy enough to say something painful like... like... he's the one who feels happy when she's smiling. That stuff is fine for a young girl to say, but a grown-ass man like him? Embarrassing. Even if there's the smallest, stealthiest flicker of truth to it.]
Aa, yeah. I'm great at napping.
[His tone implies he's messing with her.]