Gintoki is my name.

_{[ After months of knowing her, he has never corrected her, mostly because he doesn't mind. But here, he thinks maybe she deserves to learn the true name of her rescuer. ]}

Gin is fine. Mr. Fruit is fine.
But Sakata Gintoki is my name.

<sub>[ He clears his throat awkwardly as he feels her warm hand squeeze. That's nice. He doesn't reciprocate that kind of affection, but he doesn't push her away.
This kind of closeness.. he really only shares it with the rest of the Yorozuya. Kagura and Shinpachi and Sadaharu and they weren't here. He doesn't think they will ever be here at this rate and although Gintoki isn't really alright with that, he's glad he can find some kind of similar intimacy with other people.

After all, he felt like he didn't really deserve it: to be close to anyone and indulge in such a wonderful feeling of acceptance and worth— of feeling desired and appreciated.

He was the lucky one, in reality. ]</sub>

Working hard on something like that.. aaah. It takes effort.
Promises.. they are hard to keep.
_{[ he hasn't kept all of his. ]}