( something in his expression, it softens immediately hearing a fear like that. something so simple, but also, something honest and meaningful in its own way. there's a sound behind him, and with a glance over his shoulder, amami sees some hands on the edge of their little structure like someone else is about to make their way up... hm. )

Sorry, can you give us another minute?

( it's temporary, but... hopefully it should be fine. it's for both of their sakes after all, so he lifts his voice to make sure it reaches over there, shifting some so that he's blocking the line of sight between rokkun and kamo-kun. returning his attention to kamo-kun, he reaches down to try and brush away a few of those tears staining their soft mochi cheeks, tries to offer a smile, something warm and genuine and maybe a little bit relieved too — an attempt to encourage them to feel the same. after all... )

Do you think that's how he looked at you earlier...?

( it's asked in a gentle voice, even though he's pretty sure he already knows the answer. but even if they weren't looking at rokkun themselves, he'll tilt his head a little, meet their eyes with that same smile. )

That's not the impression that I got.