[Tsukiyama freezes up at that, his hand falling still against Ryuunosuke's hair; he can feel where his breath caught in his chest, and it takes him a moment to regain composure, to try to force down the urge to figure out what even caused that because now isn't the time - ]

Then we don't need his motive.

[His words are tight, but they're firm; just the same, they're picking up speed at a decent clip, even though he doesn't seem aware of it.]

We're going to get out of here of our own volition - we'll win the game, and you'll get what you want. You'll come back with me, and I'll...I'll make you happy, I'll make you so happy, just stay with me...