Without complaint, his arms and hands loosen, and he lets Matsui lean back, though one hand doesn't rest idly on Matsui's upper arm. Like he thinks Matsui might keel over like a swooning Victorian maiden.]
I do. It isn't... We should not share in that, but at least... I know someone else who is not me, or my father, or my grandfather does.
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Without complaint, his arms and hands loosen, and he lets Matsui lean back, though one hand doesn't rest idly on Matsui's upper arm. Like he thinks Matsui might keel over like a swooning Victorian maiden.]
I do. It isn't... We should not share in that, but at least... I know someone else who is not me, or my father, or my grandfather does.