[ it's nice, too, to be greeted. Soubi had been fine with living alone. he'd been doing it since he left Ritsu at seventeen, and vastly preferred it to the alternative. for years, the only person who interrupted his solitude was the only person who mattered: Seimei. that had suited him. but he can't deny that the warm comfort and security that comes with Ritsuka's smiles and his 'welcome homes' suits him, too. has he gotten soft? weak? or is it the opposite? though he knows it can't be true--not with their string-thin bond--he feels stronger.
with that thought in mind, he crosses the room to Ritsuka before Ritsuka can meet him, and leans down to press his lips briefly against his forehead. with how much time they've been spending together recently, such affectionate gestures might have become slightly more frequent than usual. ]
Mm. I thought I would bring it home to finish the rest of it. I wanted to see you.