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[ Oh. Right. This is Ritsuka. And Ritsuka accepts him anyway (usually) even when he's made mistakes. He still doesn't fully comprehend why--what use is a tool that doesn't do its job?--but in this moment, he's glad for it. His arms curl immediately around Ritsuka in return, drawing him close and holding him there as though his life depends on it. He not only allows, but adores the insult on repeat muffled by his jacket. And then, spoken softly: ]