[Okay, maybe waking up with his brother in his bed after the night they'd had and with Takatora's lack of clothing would have been awkward, but he would have accepted it. Takatora sits up a bit more when he notices Mitsuzane's face, bringing one hand up to brush any remnants of tears away with his thumb. It really does break his heart to see his brother like this.
As soon as Mitsuzane reaches for his shoulder, Takatora makes a soft noise and flinches away instinctively. That... well, now he knew, didn't he? At least that it existed. On top of that, the pale purple of a bruise was on his cheek -- along his his thigh, though his legs were still hidden under the covers for now.]
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[Okay, maybe waking up with his brother in his bed after the night they'd had and with Takatora's lack of clothing would have been awkward, but he would have accepted it. Takatora sits up a bit more when he notices Mitsuzane's face, bringing one hand up to brush any remnants of tears away with his thumb. It really does break his heart to see his brother like this.
As soon as Mitsuzane reaches for his shoulder, Takatora makes a soft noise and flinches away instinctively. That... well, now he knew, didn't he? At least that it existed. On top of that, the pale purple of a bruise was on his cheek -- along his his thigh, though his legs were still hidden under the covers for now.]
... it happened a long time ago.