[ When Mitsuru leans over, Boa momentarily holds his breath as if afraid that even the mere movement of inhaling and exhaling would be enough to break that fragile peace. He knows that is ridiculous, but the movement is so unexpected that he can't help reacting that way.
When he finds his breath again, he leans into the contact a bit on his own. Not too much, not too obviously... just enough to find comfort in it.
There's still the last fireworks being set off by other campers and Boa keeps his gaze on them to rest the temptation to close his own eyes as well. One of them needs to stay attentive, that's just how camp is, but... something about being like this is calming. ]
no subject
When he finds his breath again, he leans into the contact a bit on his own. Not too much, not too obviously... just enough to find comfort in it.
There's still the last fireworks being set off by other campers and Boa keeps his gaze on them to rest the temptation to close his own eyes as well. One of them needs to stay attentive, that's just how camp is, but... something about being like this is calming. ]