[Tatsumi is absolutely certain his family will welcome Mayoi completely, so he doesn't spare a second thought worrying about any of it. This will become their "normal", together, and Tatsumi finds himself looking forward to it in the strangest way as he sits alone in the silent kitchen. He doesn't hear Mayoi approach, but he just assumes it's because he's lost in his thoughts, so when he looks up and sees him, the smile comes after a short beat on confusion.
Mayoi, looking as he does much less drowned and sad, is actually more beautiful than Tatsumi originally thought. His hair looks soft, and Tatsumi's fingers itch to brush it to a sleek, beautiful silkiness. His tail has life to it now, too, and his ears don't seem quite so hesitant to animate. This... really is a good thing, then.]
Please, have a seat.
[And once Mayoi does, Tatsumi will reach across the table as if asking to take one of his hands.]
Do you mind holding my hand while I give thanks for the meal? You don't have to join me. This is just something I do. [Another little smile.] Even if you're staying here, I won't force you to believe in something you don't already. If you come to someday, that's fine, but for now I'm just asking to be humored. It comforts me.
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Mayoi, looking as he does much less drowned and sad, is actually more beautiful than Tatsumi originally thought. His hair looks soft, and Tatsumi's fingers itch to brush it to a sleek, beautiful silkiness. His tail has life to it now, too, and his ears don't seem quite so hesitant to animate. This... really is a good thing, then.]
Please, have a seat.
[And once Mayoi does, Tatsumi will reach across the table as if asking to take one of his hands.]
Do you mind holding my hand while I give thanks for the meal? You don't have to join me. This is just something I do. [Another little smile.] Even if you're staying here, I won't force you to believe in something you don't already. If you come to someday, that's fine, but for now I'm just asking to be humored. It comforts me.