[He loves his grandmother and, perhaps best out of the whole family, even when his grandfather was still alive, she's the one that understands him best.
That doesn't mean that he is looking forward to her smugly pleased, knowing smile and the fact she won't say a thing. He loves her though. At this moment, he loves her almost more than he ever has before. Because - she knows what he needed, and maybe what Hana needed, and what they were both being too selfless to take - and she gave it to them despite that. Slow, lazy, his hand strokes across Hana's bare stomach and then up to her hip, perfect, soft curves.
And he still doesn't open his eyes or lift his head. He barely stifles the yawn and his voice is a content, relaxed rumble.]
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That doesn't mean that he is looking forward to her smugly pleased, knowing smile and the fact she won't say a thing. He loves her though. At this moment, he loves her almost more than he ever has before. Because - she knows what he needed, and maybe what Hana needed, and what they were both being too selfless to take - and she gave it to them despite that. Slow, lazy, his hand strokes across Hana's bare stomach and then up to her hip, perfect, soft curves.
And he still doesn't open his eyes or lift his head. He barely stifles the yawn and his voice is a content, relaxed rumble.]
If you keep playing with my hair like that I am.