[...he just quietly slides his hand into Ieyasu's hair in response, lightly.

He knows, hasubando. He knows...

And a chuckle.]

Something came up. Kanetsugu wanted to learn the answer to something that I didn't want to tell. I can't remember what it was now, but that's probably why he kept refilling my glass.

He's crafty like that.

Mm...and it's my fault for not telling him I had to work in the morning.

[Yeah his bff has no problems getting him drunk.]