Raidou looked at Genma a long time, then back at their hands.
Genma was holding his hand.
He'd do anything the man wanted, anything at all, if Genma'd just keep doing that.
"They might not want too, I think the cholera's got them, quarantined," Raidou said, thumb brushing Genma's skin slowly. "But there are other temples,"
He looked at Genma. "You're holding my hand." He smiled. Beamed, really. "We can do whatever you want too do."
Genma was hold- "Is that a beard?" Raidou blinked, eyes dropping from Genma's eyes to his lips. Then to the rest of him, finally looking at him.
"My poor Genma," Raidou smiled again, encouragingly. "C'mon. Let's go clean up and get married again."
He'd have to let go of Genma's hand to put on pants.
He didn't.
"I'll love you even when you can't keep my feet warm at night," Raidou said honestly.