[ Makoto doesn't tense at all for once. Tenn's presence, the solid warmth on his shoulder, steadies him even through the layers. ]

You've got me too, Tenn. So let's hang on to that hope together.

[ He moves to pat the hand on his shoulder. There's a brief pause before he remembers what he was doing before Tenn showed up. Finishing the whine and -- ]

... Want to have some of the last batch of chestnuts?