[As soon as Souji notices the grin on Ian's face, he lightly hits Ian's back with one of his fists, practically pouting at the other once he looks back up. The smile is still there (which Souji's sure at this point is a lifetime record). Souji can't even explain what it feels like to hear Ian say his name. He'd become so used to hearing 'boy' that he'd just forgotten over time that it wasn't actually his name when it came to Ian. His stomach still keeps its nervous twist and now Souji lowers his gaze again, biting at his lower lip and then pressing them together. This was a difficult, completely unfamiliar emotion to process -- but it wasn't bad.
And, nope. He still can't find his voice yet. Does he have to talk? Maybe it's not necessary. Maybe Souji can just stand here all day in the bamboo grove of this strange world with Ian's arms around him and his fingers twisting in Ian's leather jacket, smiling. That seems acceptable.]