Sanemi leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed but eyes fixed on Giyū with a look that betrayed more than he wanted to show. His voice came out gruff, laced with affection he still struggled to express without sounding like he was scolding a misbehaving brat. soft, but with that familiar edge "Y'know... I used to think bein’ strong meant not needin’ anyone. Then you showed up, all quiet and stubborn, and ruined that for me. Damn bastard… now I can’t even sleep right unless you’re next to me."