[yusuke sets down his palette and brush, and slides his fingers along ren's face, brushing hair from his cheeks, framing his face with his hands. he's peering into ren's eyes, studying him, gaze almost seeming to pin him in place]

It is no sin to want to be comforted when you are feeling worn and tired, least of all from your friends. I would never begrudge you that.

[a sudden thought occurs to him, a way to express himself in the best way he knows how]

Are you familiar with the art of kintsugi?