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[ He smiles at that. It's a small, fond smile, as his lips rest against the top of Ritsuka's head for a moment, easy enough to do with the way he's holding him. He's glad to be invited. It makes him feel wanted. ]
Thank you, Ritsuka.
[ For him, it's been weeks since returning from Gora, where he remembers all too well the shame he'd felt for betraying Ritsuka, followed closely by overwhelming adoration when Ritsuka had insisted that they share a bed anyway. As of yet, he hasn't yet registered that Ritsuka may not be entirely on the same page. ]
Tell me where to go.
[ He can't very well look at a map with Ritsuka in his arms. In any case, he would rather have Ritsuka directing him anyway. That's what feels right. ]