There's another one of those little hesitations, that moment of uncertainty when Koumyou takes his hand where it seems like he might be waiting for it to be yanked on or raked or slapped away. But the other man just holds it, and goes and says something like that, and the moment definitely passes.

His smile might be a little wobbly as he shares it with Koumyou. His eyes are definitely prickling a little. "Thank you."

He is determined not to start crying again, though, so after a fierce squeeze of his fingers he takes his hand back and goes for another scoop of ice cream. "Tell me more about your son?"