[There's nothing to find. Naturally; he suggested this in the first place. Has been suggesting it for months, not that Fugo's noticed. But — that's okay. They got here eventually. And despite it all, Fugo isn't backing down.]
[There's a quirky, unreadable smile in response and not much else for a moment. It isn't hurtful, exactly. It's very Fugo. The ceremony isn't what matters, after all. It's what comes after — what will continue to come. And the way that he won't leave Fugo behind, no matter what Fugo thinks.]
[Noting the stare down at their clasped hands, he reaches up without letting go and touches the tip of Fugo's nose with Fugo's own knuckle. Bop.]
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[There's a quirky, unreadable smile in response and not much else for a moment. It isn't hurtful, exactly. It's very Fugo. The ceremony isn't what matters, after all. It's what comes after — what will continue to come. And the way that he won't leave Fugo behind, no matter what Fugo thinks.]
[Noting the stare down at their clasped hands, he reaches up without letting go and touches the tip of Fugo's nose with Fugo's own knuckle. Bop.]
Let's do it, then. Bite the bullet, hm?