[ satoru groans like being fussed over is some kind of trial he's being forced to endure, but it's a half-hearted protest at best. in reality, something jumps in his chest -- hope? relief?
the proof is in the way he's already moving to obey, shimmying the jacket over his head and then starting to pluck open the buttons of the shirt underneath. ] You kidding? Trying to sleep in the backseat sucks. My legs never fit, and --
[ a pause, blinking. because he's realizing for the first time that it never used to be a problem when they were on missions together; he could slouch all his weight up against suguru and sleep with no trouble at all. ]
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the proof is in the way he's already moving to obey, shimmying the jacket over his head and then starting to pluck open the buttons of the shirt underneath. ] You kidding? Trying to sleep in the backseat sucks. My legs never fit, and --
[ a pause, blinking. because he's realizing for the first time that it never used to be a problem when they were on missions together; he could slouch all his weight up against suguru and sleep with no trouble at all. ]
... teleporting's cooler, anyway.