[ Niisan is warm. He's been at such a distance all these years somehow Micchi assumed his embrace would feel cold, but he's so gentle it's like he thinks Micchi would be hurt if he squeezed too hard.

Or he's trying not to make the same mistake physically as he did mentally: he held too tight. ]

I didn't tell you otherwise; I didn't help the situation. I let you think everything was alright. At first because I didn't want to let you down. [Micchi slips an arm around Takatora's waist. Niisan even being able to stand touching him is a miracle after everything that has happened.] But then I got angry. I felt like you surely knew how miserable I was and were just ignoring it. Which was stupid; I was stupid to let myself think it. But it took the blame off of me, so I convinced myself that was how things were.

[Micchi's problem has always been not taking the blame for his own actions, his mistakes.]

I'm sorry for that, niisan. And... everything. I'm more than sorry for everything else.