He takes her hand and walks with her underneath her umbrella in the gentle rain.
Kagome can't breathe. She's gripping the handle of the umbrella like her life depends on it, trying not to gawk up at the youkai beside her. She's missed him, her heart's racing at seeing him again, and all she wants to do is jump in his arms, pull at his hair, and ask where the hell he's been.
"You are restless."
Kagome nods, unsurprised that he can feel the current of energy tormenting her under her skin.
He squeezes her hand.
She squeezes his back.
