[Takane re-buttons her coat as Eichi gets up, somewhat tempted to offer it to him instead, but ultimately decides against it. He seems well enough, and it wasn't as if she couldn't offer it at a later time if needed. He sure does seem to have a habit of making light of his own mortality, though... Despite this, perhaps out of respect, or perhaps because she felt that he expected some sort of reaction from her, she lets it slip through the cracks of conversation.
However, at his suggestion of holding hands, it does make her pause for a bit, looking up at him with eyes slightly wide with surprise.
Of course, Takane knew it would be dark in there, and that it was best to figure out of a method of not losing each other. It's true that she had been providing and accepting more physical contact than she usually did ever since she found herself here, but only because it proved to be necessary for survival??? To be honest, she was about to propose something like playing "Marco Polo" or singing children's songs in a round the whole way through before he cut in with his suggestion...
She puts her hands to her cheeks, glancing away from his outstretched hand.]
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However, at his suggestion of holding hands, it does make her pause for a bit, looking up at him with eyes slightly wide with surprise.
Of course, Takane knew it would be dark in there, and that it was best to figure out of a method of not losing each other. It's true that she had been providing and accepting more physical contact than she usually did ever since she found herself here, but only because it proved to be necessary for survival??? To be honest, she was about to propose something like playing "Marco Polo" or singing children's songs in a round the whole way through before he cut in with his suggestion...
She puts her hands to her cheeks, glancing away from his outstretched hand.]
Dear me...