[It is and it isn't. He hears the ping of the mail go off and knows what Kazuya's done. ... It's sweet, even if it's not true. Though in a sense it still is.]
[Souls are weird like that. Fragments of them even more so. He's met other Abels who would do similar, were they in the right era. He hesitates a moment and wraps his arm around Kazuya again to pull him into a hug. Even on his day, Kazuya is thinking about Naoya.]
[This close to Naoya's chest it's not hard to feel that it's thumping a little faster than normal. He's not one to show his emotions, but... Kazuya - or this Kazuya, at least - understands. Somewhat. As much as anyone who is or was normal can.]
... Thank you.
[He's not made of stone. He can have emotions, too.]
[The hug goes on for a few moments before he releases Kazuya and heads over to the kitchenette again to get a plate and some utensils.]
I'll leave you to eat at your own pace, if you'd like.
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[Souls are weird like that. Fragments of them even more so. He's met other Abels who would do similar, were they in the right era. He hesitates a moment and wraps his arm around Kazuya again to pull him into a hug. Even on his day, Kazuya is thinking about Naoya.]
[This close to Naoya's chest it's not hard to feel that it's thumping a little faster than normal. He's not one to show his emotions, but... Kazuya - or this Kazuya, at least - understands. Somewhat. As much as anyone who is or was normal can.]
... Thank you.
[He's not made of stone. He can have emotions, too.]
[The hug goes on for a few moments before he releases Kazuya and heads over to the kitchenette again to get a plate and some utensils.]
I'll leave you to eat at your own pace, if you'd like.