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"You're a smart guy. I can tell you're picking it up really fast."
"That's good," Takeda said. "I'm not always that good at picking things up." He was leaning against Keishin's shoulder, just slightly - just enough that it might have meant nothing beyond being a bit drunk and a bit chilly and more than a bit exhausted after six long days of training camp. But it might have meant something more. Keishin hoped it did, because if he was wrong, it might make the next day of camp - and the entire foreseeable future - kind of awkward.
He stubbed out his cigarette, gathered up his courage, leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. It was definitely not his best work, as far as kisses went - kind of rushed, kind of clumsy - but if he took too long to think about it, he'd lose his nerve. For a second Takeda seemed startled, and Keishin wondered if he'd miscalculated, but then he grabbed the front of Keishin's t-shirt and kissed him back.