Genma was babbling, but Raidou didn't catch much of it.
Genma was holding his hand.
Genma didn't hold hands.
But, there it was, calloused and scarred and with five fingers twined with Raidou's. Raidou brought his other hand up, fingertips just brushing Genma's wrist.
Genma was holding his hand.
Genma was his soul mate. He knew that much. He wondered why Genma was saying it like it was new information.
"You're not alone," Raidou mumbled, eyes still locked on their hands, Genma's hand, and two gold bands. "Are you cold? You don't feel cold."
Genma was holding his hand.
"You're holding my hand," and it felt perfect and wonderful and Genma was holding his hand.