[At the touch, Takatora's fingers twitch, though he manages to keep himself mildly calm until Mitsuzane's hand is withdrawn, at which point he immediately (almost too quickly) pulls his hand back and returns it to his side.]
I miss the days of doing work like that...
[It was, again, a bit too revealing perhaps, but his tone was sincere. While he had been in school, at least at Mitsuzane's age, he had been too young for their father to push the full weight of what was to come at him. He had known the truth, however, before leaving high school, and had carried the weight with him for the rest of his life. The shock at growing up so suddenly was something Takatora wanted to avoid with his brother, but it didn't seem he could dodge so easily anymore.]
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I miss the days of doing work like that...
[It was, again, a bit too revealing perhaps, but his tone was sincere. While he had been in school, at least at Mitsuzane's age, he had been too young for their father to push the full weight of what was to come at him. He had known the truth, however, before leaving high school, and had carried the weight with him for the rest of his life. The shock at growing up so suddenly was something Takatora wanted to avoid with his brother, but it didn't seem he could dodge so easily anymore.]