[He grows quiet, the hand remaining on totsuka's head.
What is there to say?
There's not much else he could do, never been one to show much affection aside from a hand on the head and an affectionate punch to the head.
He's only lost his uncle before, and that loss was something he could never handle well, but Totsuka—he's different. And perhaps, it's sinking in and he finally starts to break down.]
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What is there to say?
There's not much else he could do, never been one to show much affection aside from a hand on the head and an affectionate punch to the head.
He's only lost his uncle before, and that loss was something he could never handle well, but Totsuka—he's different. And perhaps, it's sinking in and he finally starts to break down.]