[Hinata thumbs at his back, tracing through fabric the shape of his shoulders, scratching too, just for the sake of scratching.] I don't think that'll happen. But I'll remember.
[And he'll remember to tell him that he's wrong and that he doesn't regret it at all-- he probably could never.]
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[And he'll remember to tell him that he's wrong and that he doesn't regret it at all-- he probably could never.]