Though he can't make much facial expression - can't even touch her - he still brushes her cheek with that chill, the two bright spots of his eyes closing yet again.]
My dear, dear Akane.
[The chilly touch extends lightly to her hair, before he gives a soft sigh. Still thwarted in showing the true depths of his affection and gratitude, for the moment...
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Though he can't make much facial expression - can't even touch her - he still brushes her cheek with that chill, the two bright spots of his eyes closing yet again.]
My dear, dear Akane.
[The chilly touch extends lightly to her hair, before he gives a soft sigh. Still thwarted in showing the true depths of his affection and gratitude, for the moment...
...but the meaning is still there.]