"Yes," Genma said, finding himself able to make sense again. "Yes, I'm holding your hand." He was. It had been a spontaneous gesture, and only now that Raidou called his attention to it did he feel the familiar ache of old injuries, and the taint of anxiety having his hand held usually caused. He shook it off. He'd done this for a reason, something much more compelling than old ghosts. Iwa was wiped from the map as surely as Konoha was, after all. What was important was Raidou, sitting right there next to him, naked, sunburned, and wearing a wedding ring.
"You need to understand how important this is. It's more important than... than anything." Genma still couldn't find words, but he could see Raidou was listening.
"I know you won't ever hurt my hands, right? So it's okay. It's okay." He sounded as much as if he were reassuring himself as working to convince Raidou, but he didn't let go. "Raidou? Do you think maybe we could go get married again, just to be sure? What about that place where I tried to get you cured of your butterflies, do you think they could do it?"
He looked at Raidou, completely naked, and not evidently flatulating butterflies any longer.
"You're better, right? No more butterflies?" By Genma's reckoning that was at least two weeks ago, and Raidou didn't look sick. He looked sunburned and like he'd recently been completely insane but was starting to get over it now. But definitely no bejeweled musical butterflies. Not even a moth. "You know I don't care, even if you have ass butterflies I still want us to be married. I know we got cookie married, but now can we get more married? We need to be as married as possible."