[ Rin'll have it in mind to beat it into Keisuke that him getting hurt or dying wouldn't be any better - it might be hypocritical but it'll be tough love anyway.
He notices, of course, that Keisuke looks so overtly apologetic, guilty; it threatens to completely cloud over any happiness he might have in response to the both of them being relatively alright. But he chooses to disregard it, for now, rather than bringing it up himself.
Though he almost does expect Keisuke to do so, drawing them away from the reason they'd met up in the first place, but when he spots that switchblade, familiar and comforting in an odd way, Rin is distracted momentarily while he reaches out. ]
Thanks. I'll keep a hold of it for now, until I know you can handle using it without losing some fingers. [ He's teasing, really, but he'd naturally not want that to actually be a risk... Rather than simply taking the knife back, though, he lays his hand over top Keisuke's, fingers curling to hold steadfastly to the other's while the cold material presses against both their palms.
Rin gives him a searching, imploring look, tone losing humour in favour of a more serious, concerned edge. ]
After I was gone, did anything happen? Did you get grabbed or hurt or whatever else this place might've done?
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He notices, of course, that Keisuke looks so overtly apologetic, guilty; it threatens to completely cloud over any happiness he might have in response to the both of them being relatively alright. But he chooses to disregard it, for now, rather than bringing it up himself.
Though he almost does expect Keisuke to do so, drawing them away from the reason they'd met up in the first place, but when he spots that switchblade, familiar and comforting in an odd way, Rin is distracted momentarily while he reaches out. ]
Thanks. I'll keep a hold of it for now, until I know you can handle using it without losing some fingers. [ He's teasing, really, but he'd naturally not want that to actually be a risk... Rather than simply taking the knife back, though, he lays his hand over top Keisuke's, fingers curling to hold steadfastly to the other's while the cold material presses against both their palms.
Rin gives him a searching, imploring look, tone losing humour in favour of a more serious, concerned edge. ]
After I was gone, did anything happen? Did you get grabbed or hurt or whatever else this place might've done?