[Takatora's words, clearly, very obviously, were a lie. If that hadn't been made obvious by the uncomfortable reaction he'd had to the nails in his shoulder, then the shaking of his hands gave it away. It was likely the weakest Takatora had ever allowed himself to be in front of his brother in a long time, other than the occasional moment they spent alone together at home. He kept his gaze down, unwilling to look at his brother, as he tapped his fingers on the top of the desk to try to channel out his tension.
Also, on top of everything else, Takatora couldn't shake how uncomfortable Mitsuzane's phrasing had made him. Unfortunately, that sort of thing was far from the truth, but he couldn't very well mention something like that.]
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[Takatora's words, clearly, very obviously, were a lie. If that hadn't been made obvious by the uncomfortable reaction he'd had to the nails in his shoulder, then the shaking of his hands gave it away. It was likely the weakest Takatora had ever allowed himself to be in front of his brother in a long time, other than the occasional moment they spent alone together at home. He kept his gaze down, unwilling to look at his brother, as he tapped his fingers on the top of the desk to try to channel out his tension.
Also, on top of everything else, Takatora couldn't shake how uncomfortable Mitsuzane's phrasing had made him. Unfortunately, that sort of thing was far from the truth, but he couldn't very well mention something like that.]