[it's nice to be close to his brother - and higekiri will just allow this to happen, i suppose. he's tired, and sure he's horny and sort of wants to climb on top of his brother, but he'll let go of that urge for now. instead he lets himself fall back on the bed, hizamaru still in his arms as he presses a kiss to the side of his face]

Mm, I do not think I will forget you either... I do not forget what is important, after all. But if it ever grows too painful... you have my permission to do what you must.

[just so that hizamaru doesn't feel beholden to higekiri.... even if he has to disappear.

so he just sighs as he seems to think for a moment]

Well... we played a song in order to enter a room - it was filled with a number of machines that made noises. [and he actually stops to mimic the 'ping ping ping' in different melodies?] We had to play a few games... the stage battle was difficult enough that even I could not complete it perfectly - so I suppose I faced my penalties as a result.

Mm, but we were told more of a story...

Do you remember - the past Friday? When they talked about... um. Someone whose name begins with 'H' and his brother...? Again and again, I hear about them... A story where one brother is struck down, and the other is haunted by his memory. Where he holds onto his betrayal, and his anger, and distrusts even those around him who try to help... perhaps because they forgave his brother's killer.

I wonder why they keep telling me this story...

[ . . . and he's quiet, before pressing a kiss to hizamaru's forehead - and allowing his whims to turn his face so that he can press another kiss to his lips]

You know... I care for you too much -

Far too much, to allow for a world in which you grow unkind.