[Even though his first response is to draw back into himself and refuse, he's... cold and tired, and, honestly, so resigned to Senri's antics. He doesn't know why anyone would want to hug him, not for affection and not for sympathy. He never understood why Sakura did, though...
...he does remember the feeling when she did in the hospital after he woke.
Sighing quietly through his nose, he begrudgingly lowers the mug and puts it down on the edge of the table. Slowly, reluctantly, he slides his legs a little further out and makes room by parting his knees, unfurling his arms.
He looks at Senri once, and then he looks away without looking back again.]
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...he does remember the feeling when she did in the hospital after he woke.
Sighing quietly through his nose, he begrudgingly lowers the mug and puts it down on the edge of the table. Slowly, reluctantly, he slides his legs a little further out and makes room by parting his knees, unfurling his arms.
He looks at Senri once, and then he looks away without looking back again.]