[ an odd choice of words, considering they are touching one another, but he picks up on the extra defensive tone when the sword is mentioned. yuuji ends up peering at it again and over hizen's head; where a few hair strands brush over his chin. his arms are comfortably secured above his waistline, bodies pressed, subtly reassuring hizen he's allowed to relax into the embrace— he won't let him fall to the ground. ]

I won't touch 'it' so long as you don't reach for it.

[ they had to set up some rules here to avoid any further conflicts. considering how the shivering is subduing, he can tell it's working. yuuji's tone is far lighter now, dropping his guard a bit. ]

I'm sorry. I know if I told you what I'm about to do, you wouldn't be okay with it. I couldn't leave you behind like this either.