Koumyou stows the sweater back into the ARMs band, then just flat out reaches to take one of Genjo's hands himself.
(He's met grown-up Genjo once before, after all, he has a hunch his boy has become pretty stunted in this department.)
Whether he succeeds in taking a hand or not, Koumyou turns to lead the way down the train aisle. If he has a hand, he gives it a squeeze.
"This way! And it is, isn't it? Not from our world, it's from another passenger's. Ah... Roland, I think. We can't even buy them anymore, just him. I got mine in the nick of time!"
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Koumyou stows the sweater back into the ARMs band, then just flat out reaches to take one of Genjo's hands himself.
(He's met grown-up Genjo once before, after all, he has a hunch his boy has become pretty stunted in this department.)
Whether he succeeds in taking a hand or not, Koumyou turns to lead the way down the train aisle. If he has a hand, he gives it a squeeze.
"This way! And it is, isn't it? Not from our world, it's from another passenger's. Ah... Roland, I think. We can't even buy them anymore, just him. I got mine in the nick of time!"