[Fukuda's face is a little wet, he'll find, when he lifts the man's face up... Don't examine this at all. He will absolutely lean into a between the bars kiss, like 90% because it's Omi and 10% because this is a totally cool like-in-movies thing to do.]
He lingers longer than he really thinks he should, but he wants to remember it well for as long as he has left. But finally he does pull back. And tries to smile.]
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Omi doesn't say a word about the wetness.
It's a nicer, sweeter kiss than they usually share. There is no promise of more, this time.]
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He lingers longer than he really thinks he should, but he wants to remember it well for as long as he has left. But finally he does pull back. And tries to smile.]
Goodnight, Omi. Thank you for being my friend.
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Good night, Fukuda.
I'm glad we met.
[And he leaves for the night.]