Now that he was expecting it, Souji's touch across his shoulder didn't feel quite so strange. Almost soothing, really - and it was sort of nice that Souji wasn't afraid to touch the scars, wasn't walking on eggshells over it. He pulled away from Souji's neck, and shifted the hand on his shoulder so he could reach and run his fingers down the line of Souji's back. He brushed a few loose strands of hair away from Souji's face with his other hand, careful to not let the colder metal touch warm skin.