[Kaneda's body presses against Tetsuo's own, the familiar (was it really familiar? possibly nostalgic) warmth enveloping him the moment those arms are secured there. One hand links with the opposite wrist, fingers digging lightly into his back as his head buries itself against the thick bird's nest Tetsuo called his hair.
He doesn't care if he's shoved off in a second, or hit, or whatever. He just wanted to hug Tetsuo one time before it all came crashing down again.
Before Tetsuo remembered that he'd failed to protect him when he needed it most.]
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He doesn't care if he's shoved off in a second, or hit, or whatever. He just wanted to hug Tetsuo one time before it all came crashing down again.
Before Tetsuo remembered that he'd failed to protect him when he needed it most.]