[ There's another long moment of consideration before an idea occurs to Shuichi, and he tries to push aside his worry for Ouma and instead recall the feeling he'd had when he first saw him, surprise and happiness that he was alive, the emotion swelling in his chest. It's actually pretty easy to feel that way again, when he focuses on the fact that Ouma's here, with him, gripping his hand in a way that is definitely real and definitely genuine.
He gets even more pleased when it works, a warm, humid breeze swirling around them as he otherwise stays still. ]
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He gets even more pleased when it works, a warm, humid breeze swirling around them as he otherwise stays still. ]