The Minato of a year ago would never think of doing this. But the Minato of a year ago had never had a physically affectionate relationship with anyone, not even family, and he's experienced it enough and, in this case, seen others do it enough that he knows what the right gestures are. They aren't smooth and natural yet, but they never will be if he doesn't practice.

He can tell when Ken loses his self-consciousness and relaxes into the contact, even if it takes a while. His arm is loose around his shoulders. He wants to say it's fine, his usual deflection against gratitude, but it's still not fine so he can't.

"I said I wasn't mad," he says simply instead, because even though he is mad, he's furious, really, none of it is towards Ken. All of Minato's substantial emotional control means that not a scrap of it leaks out around him, either. "Want me to show you my favorite song lately?"

Since, along with his headphones, Ken also gets his playlists.