[He glances down at Eichi's hand, gears turning for a moment before he takes it.
There's something very familiar about the feeling, the slender and cold fingers and the elegant way that he holds himself even in this sorry state. There's a flash, for a moment, of this same man awkwardly taking his hand, leading him through a crowd of fans. His hands had been warmer then.. or maybe Dodger's had been colder.
Without meaning to, he's squeezed Eichi's hand a little hard than he meant to. He quickly releases it and gets to his feet, smoking a bit more pointedly as he leads Eichi down the tunnel.]
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[He glances down at Eichi's hand, gears turning for a moment before he takes it.
There's something very familiar about the feeling, the slender and cold fingers and the elegant way that he holds himself even in this sorry state. There's a flash, for a moment, of this same man awkwardly taking his hand, leading him through a crowd of fans. His hands had been warmer then.. or maybe Dodger's had been colder.
Without meaning to, he's squeezed Eichi's hand a little hard than he meant to. He quickly releases it and gets to his feet, smoking a bit more pointedly as he leads Eichi down the tunnel.]