<small>[There's a tug at his hair, the press of a hand over it, and similar to how Jaime mimics the gesture from his mother, it reminds Ken of his own. Funny, because Jaime's nothing like his mother but he was usually the one who did things to remind him of her, whether it was talking about his own or doing things like this. He thought he was all cried out after doing so with Minato, but his eyes widen just a little as Jaime pets his hair and he feels a tightening in his chest that's reminiscent of that urge. He doesn't, but it's there, and it's curious to him how this warmness tempts him more than any of this talk about death.

He takes a slow, shaky breath at Jaime's agreement and nods. He lets go of his shirt but it's only to wrap his arms around him instead, hesitantly just like the last time when it was with Minato, but this isn't a gesture Ken's completely unfamiliar with; he still remembers from the days he had with his mother.]</small>

... I have a lot of people here. <small>[That's the truth. H