[There's an argument to be made that, between laughing at Kyosuke for his stupidly timed sneeze and now cutting it off in his concern for his health, Juzo is encompassing the whole "best friend" spectrum here. Something like that.
He shakes his head, catches his breath, and finally manages to find it in himself to walk over to Kyosuke properly, though he has no idea what to do when he gets there. How does one offer to touch their best friend, in comfort and solidarity, after indirectly confessing to them? It feels like it's probably inappropriate to even think about it, right? But after a long pause, he finally, slowly reaches out to put his hand on Kyosuke's upper arm so that he can make to gently steer him away from the tree. That's . . . probably safe? Juzo braces himself for Kyosuke to recoil, anyway, but maybe . . . ]
S, sorry. Munakata—Kyosuke. We should get out of all this before you really get sick.
[But the rain is also beginning to clear at last, the downpour easing into a light sprinkle even as Juzo speaks. He's still tense; his voice is still thick with emotion and fear. After his laughing fit, his eyes are finally a little teary, the laughter making the perfect excuse for those tears to squeeze out after all. Just a few. But the storm is finally abating.]
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[There's an argument to be made that, between laughing at Kyosuke for his stupidly timed sneeze and now cutting it off in his concern for his health, Juzo is encompassing the whole "best friend" spectrum here. Something like that.
He shakes his head, catches his breath, and finally manages to find it in himself to walk over to Kyosuke properly, though he has no idea what to do when he gets there. How does one offer to touch their best friend, in comfort and solidarity, after indirectly confessing to them? It feels like it's probably inappropriate to even think about it, right? But after a long pause, he finally, slowly reaches out to put his hand on Kyosuke's upper arm so that he can make to gently steer him away from the tree. That's . . . probably safe? Juzo braces himself for Kyosuke to recoil, anyway, but maybe . . . ]
S, sorry. Munakata—Kyosuke. We should get out of all this before you really get sick.
[But the rain is also beginning to clear at last, the downpour easing into a light sprinkle even as Juzo speaks. He's still tense; his voice is still thick with emotion and fear. After his laughing fit, his eyes are finally a little teary, the laughter making the perfect excuse for those tears to squeeze out after all. Just a few. But the storm is finally abating.]