[There's nothing that he could possibly say that would do this moment justice. Or perhaps he simply doesn't want to risk ruining it with potential awkwardness on his part.
Once the kiss is broken he instead settles for holding Saitou close, one hand resting on the small of his back while the other continues to gently rub at his scalp. Maybe words aren't needed right at this very moment anyway. The closeness speaks for itself - and Yukimura has long since forgotten about the cold.]
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Once the kiss is broken he instead settles for holding Saitou close, one hand resting on the small of his back while the other continues to gently rub at his scalp. Maybe words aren't needed right at this very moment anyway. The closeness speaks for itself - and Yukimura has long since forgotten about the cold.]