[Oh, no. He certainly recognizes that noise. Takatora nudges the door open, quietly shutting and locking it behind himself. It's not as though anyone else would be in the home so late, but... he didn't want to chance anything. He slowly makes his way across the room, taking a seat on the edge of Mitsuzane's bed. He hates seeing his brother like this. The spot on his cheekbone is flushed red against the pale of his skin, accentuated by the shower, but it won't start to bruise for awhile longer.
Takatora leans over, only moving his hand into Mitsuzane's space.]
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Takatora leans over, only moving his hand into Mitsuzane's space.]
Mitsuzane... I'm sorry...