𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞—

( toji pinches his nose, and it scrunches up at the very same moment he swats at his hand — this is becoming a recurring theme! — but then he's tucking himself into him like he doesn't remember how to do anything else, sighing in the back of his throat like it might do him some good.

it won't. ) That mean you care about anythin' I kick up a fuss about?

( that ... endears him more than he's willing to admit presently, if it's true. )

I never used to give a shit. ( come on, alexei, use your words. you're getting there. ) About whether or not somebody's shit got messed up. But Yuri— ( he looks up at him then, raising his eyebrows. ) She's gotta care about you enough to put up with your bullshit, right? She deserves some respect.

I guess that … goes as far as her furniture. And lotion.