[ of course, he sees the benefits of learning this, somewhat - in the maybe-distant future, when they have reached where they wanted to be, Mika would like to own a small farm, after all. Something smaller than Sakura's, something he could easily care for even when he's like this. Someday, somewhere, the possibilities exist, a different future that he only need to reach out and grab hold of - some place in this world where they won't be judged by anyone's eyes, some place where they can feel at peace. But that's still something far in the horizon, still more a dream than any potential reality.
Right here and now, shining even brighter than what he can see in front of him, is Orga, and what he promises him. What he had promised. That's more real than any of this, the green grass and the dark earth and the sunlight shining through the glass panel of the dome they are in.
None of this reflect on his outward expression. Mika doesn't have enough words to ever explain this to him, but he doesn't need to anyway; he trusts Orga to understand him regardless. For now, Mika returns the squeeze of the fingers before they let go. ]
You're not distracting.
[ a breathy edge of a laughter, and he turns back to his task. ]
I'll grow some more now, if you pass me the pots there.
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Right here and now, shining even brighter than what he can see in front of him, is Orga, and what he promises him. What he had promised. That's more real than any of this, the green grass and the dark earth and the sunlight shining through the glass panel of the dome they are in.
None of this reflect on his outward expression. Mika doesn't have enough words to ever explain this to him, but he doesn't need to anyway; he trusts Orga to understand him regardless. For now, Mika returns the squeeze of the fingers before they let go. ]
You're not distracting.
[ a breathy edge of a laughter, and he turns back to his task. ]
I'll grow some more now, if you pass me the pots there.