You found him sitting in the dark, back turned, shoulders tense.

“…Gin?”

He wiped his face quickly, but not fast enough.

“I’m fine,” he muttered, voice rough. “Go back to sleep.”

You knelt beside him, reaching out.

He didn’t look at you.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this,”he said. “Not like this.”

You rested your hand on his, his breath hitched.

But he didn’t pull away.