[Gross. It's not really, but there's very little he's used to when it comes to something like this. His hands rub up and down Oikawa's back before his own face presses forward, forehead resting on his shoulder.]
...Yeah. [He tries, anyway, despite all the hell Oikawa puts him through. God does he try.]
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...Yeah. [He tries, anyway, despite all the hell Oikawa puts him through. God does he try.]