Yoshitsugu had to laugh at that, and so he did, though quietly. It was completely impossible for Takatora to consider himself neglected; the other samurai's worries meant that he was at Yoshitsugu's side most of time, a concerned and protective shadow.

Still, knowing the reason for it...

"You aren't happy about the time I'm spending with these warriors?"

Putting his playing piece back with its own 'comrades' for a moment, Yoshitsugu shifted so he could push Takatora back fully onto the grass and laid down himself, stretching out on his side and using his companion's shoulder as a pillow.

He reached over Takatora's chest to grab one of his hands.

"How... cute."