[Harumasa can't help laughing at that, though he coughs almost immediately. Still, he's grinning in amusement despite the pain. Small flecks of blood are on his palms as he takes his hands away from his mouth, and he wipes away the blood with one of the tissues his nurses left for him.]

Usually it's me you guys wanna throw into the harbor! Guess Jun has another thing in common with me, haha....

[He smiles, though.]

You won't get kicked out. I want you here.

[It's easy to admit that. The hard part... is that there is a question that gets stuck in his throat.

"Can you hold my hand?"

In his heart of hearts, he's terrified. Having just that small bit of human contact and warmth would help beat back the fear just a little bit. Just a little... but also just enough. He's scared of being alone in this place, even though he knows the doctors are working hard to help him. Even though he knows (thinks?) that nobody will abandon him because his illness has reached a point where it's too hard to love him. Leaving means that they don't love him anymore, but coming here and staying... that means they do love him, right?

But the words of that question hurt like shards of heated glass as they stick in his throat. Harumasa likes to think he's brave. However, when it comes to this, he's terrified. Like a stray cat that's been hurt too many times.

So, instead, he continues smiling and he doesn't ask that question. He just says something else.]

I didn't know you could fly! When were you gonna tell me that?! You're holding out on me, Ragna!