[He threaded their fingers together, returning that grip just as tightly as he received it.]

Yeah.

[He wasn't angry. Maybe he had cause to be and maybe he didn't, but Polnareff had too many other things to worry about to start getting angry about this. That being said, nor could he brush off that apology as entirely unnecessary. Kakyoin had given it, and Polnareff acknowledged it, and that was the end of it. He tipped his head back, staring up at nothing, as he leaned over and pressed their shoulders together.]

It'd . . . it'd take a lot to make me stop being your friend, Noriaki. And most of it isn't something you'd ever, ever do willingly.