[If Yoshitsugu does get elbowed in the sides at it, he doesn't react; his face (well, what shows of it) is filled with amusement and fondness, nothing more. By his standards it's an incredibly emotional expression.]

[He snorts lightly at Takatora's comment, however, glancing down at his trapped hand as if pondering a way to get it free without much effort.]

Our current living situation certainly echoes the one we knew in our earliest days as warriors.

[Not completely, of course. At least they have some measure of privacy behind their screens; back when they had first joined the Azai they had shared one very large room with many other rather awkward young men. Rank and file soldiers with no real experience but plenty of dreams, not knowing for sure what might lay ahead... apparently even he can have moments of nostalgia, Yoshitsugu thinks. Maybe it was the dying that brought it out in him.]

[(It's not a negative thought at all).]

Though you thankfully snore much less now.

[One thing that Yoshitsugu will never stop being, however, is a tease. Somewhere beneath his facecloth he is grinning in a somewhat wicked manner.]

The tree is surely grateful for that fact.