[ Mishima lets his eyes close when their foreheads touch, though it takes him a few seconds to even understand the intention. Ah... right, this is a thing they can do here.
It's different than the other times before, though, in part because that warm, deep affection is flowing both ways. Coming from anyone else, he might still have had trouble believing it, and thought the person connecting with him had to be faking all of this to manipulate him to some end. But between the two of them... he can believe that feeling is real, because he trusts Yoosung so completely, and because this is so close to what he was already feeling himself.
When Yoosung draws back, Mishima opens his eyes again, smiling back at him with greater certainty. ]
I, uh...
[ ...Well, certainty in his feelings, not necessarily in his words. ]
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It's different than the other times before, though, in part because that warm, deep affection is flowing both ways. Coming from anyone else, he might still have had trouble believing it, and thought the person connecting with him had to be faking all of this to manipulate him to some end. But between the two of them... he can believe that feeling is real, because he trusts Yoosung so completely, and because this is so close to what he was already feeling himself.
When Yoosung draws back, Mishima opens his eyes again, smiling back at him with greater certainty. ]
I, uh...
[ ...Well, certainty in his feelings, not necessarily in his words. ]
Me too.