[This is certainly new for Masaomi. No punches were exchanged! He doesn't even know this guy, and the dude's bawling for him anyway. He just woke up from being dead. He is not qualified to deal with this shit.
...Oh.
Or maybe he is. Mikado used to be such a crybaby. It's been a long time since then. Masaomi hasn't had to soothe a hysterical Mikado since elementary school. Shit, he misses Mikado. He misses taking care of Mikado. He misses feeling like someone needs him. Without thinking, Masaomi pulls his turtleneck sleeve over his hand and begins wiping Sora's tear stained face.
He can't hold back an misplaced chuckle as he realizes what he's doing, but, well, literally anything is better than remembering his death.]
I'd be more worried about your tear ducts, man. I think they're broken.
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...Oh.
Or maybe he is. Mikado used to be such a crybaby. It's been a long time since then. Masaomi hasn't had to soothe a hysterical Mikado since elementary school. Shit, he misses Mikado. He misses taking care of Mikado. He misses feeling like someone needs him. Without thinking, Masaomi pulls his turtleneck sleeve over his hand and begins wiping Sora's tear stained face.
He can't hold back an misplaced chuckle as he realizes what he's doing, but, well, literally anything is better than remembering his death.]
I'd be more worried about your tear ducts, man. I think they're broken.