[He thinks he's the type to not show how deeply effected he is by getting someone's approval, but here he is, all warm and fuzzy on the inside from a sigh and a smile, and he matches Ferran's with his own unevenly spread mug. He didn't intend to have a real talk when he nearly busted the guy out of his own bed, but it ends up feeling right; healing in a sort of nice way. Wonderland's fucked a lot of things up for a lot of people, there's no doubt about it. But they all have each other, can make each other's lives better, and that right there? That's a religion Ryuji can subscribe to.
Years ago, he'd probably sit there and shrug it off, deflecting the comment and giving a false sense of bravado, but he's given up on that a long time ago, and instead just accepts it.]
Heh. Yeah, sure. You ain't wrong, dude.
[Oh?
Ferran's just about made it even cornier. Ryuji feels a moment of fluster, cheeks feeling warm, as he exhales in his own level of exasperation.]
Man... you just had to go 'n say something like that, huh?
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Years ago, he'd probably sit there and shrug it off, deflecting the comment and giving a false sense of bravado, but he's given up on that a long time ago, and instead just accepts it.]
Heh. Yeah, sure. You ain't wrong, dude.
[Oh?
Ferran's just about made it even cornier. Ryuji feels a moment of fluster, cheeks feeling warm, as he exhales in his own level of exasperation.]
Man... you just had to go 'n say something like that, huh?
[And with a small addition-]
Thanks, man.