[Just a week or so ago, Kaneda doing this would have resulted in getting thrown through a wall, or worse. All he does now is flinch as Kaneda pulls him, tense and hyperventilating, into a protective embrace.
He doesn't even try to hide the flinch when one hand moves to his back, but he's too frozen in place to do anything about it. His hand grips at Kaneda's arm hard, keeping it exactly in place, his other one still pressed protectively against his chest.
This is what's really happening? He's left staring at Kaneda's sleeve, then nothing, and he squeezes his eyes shut as his forehead presses against something reassuringly solid.]
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He doesn't even try to hide the flinch when one hand moves to his back, but he's too frozen in place to do anything about it. His hand grips at Kaneda's arm hard, keeping it exactly in place, his other one still pressed protectively against his chest.
This is what's really happening? He's left staring at Kaneda's sleeve, then nothing, and he squeezes his eyes shut as his forehead presses against something reassuringly solid.]