[Takatora moves the pillow, placing it down on the mattress. His eyes fix on Yoshitsugu's smirk for a beat; he swallows, then lies down, inviting himself to Yoshitsugu's bed. He lets his head tip onto Yoshitsugu's shoulder.]
How did that pan out for you?
[His tone suggests he doesn't think it was always satisfying, although he's not sure that putting thought into it is a wise idea, all things considered.]
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How did that pan out for you?
[His tone suggests he doesn't think it was always satisfying, although he's not sure that putting thought into it is a wise idea, all things considered.]