[The shaking makes his heart sink. Reaching out, Takatora pushes the door closed and then pulls Mitsuzane in against his chest, tightly wrapping his arms around him. It's... ... when was the last time he'd held his younger brother like this? It felt like years, despite how overly affectionate Takatora had been when they were younger. Still, Takatora's comforting instincts slide right back into place as they would when the pair were ten years younger. He carefully brushes his fingers through Mitsuzane's hair, keeping his voice soft.]
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It's all right. I'm not mad at you.