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Hasebe sighed heavily.
Although he proposed several times to the Saniwa to take a moment's peace, he actually noticed the dark circles under the eyes caused hard work and sleepiness.
His forehead frowned for the concern at the vivid memory of the scene that has just taken place. If only he persisted a little bit more, his Aruji wouldn't have fainted for the fatigue accumulated.
At least he was glad he was been around—like a good Secretary would do—and caught them in time before they could even touch the ground.
He gently caressed the hair of his beloved Saniwa and he pressed his lips, fleetingly, on their forehead to measure the temperature.
Then, he spoke softly, full of devotion:
"Rest well, Aruji."