[ He blinks at the touch, raising his head just enough to glance at Edamura, before settling down once more. Gives a soft exhale, his visible eye shutter closed for a few moments, writing that feelng of fingertip brushing across his face into his memory. ]

It felt like things were going too well, I suppose.

[ His own hand drifts up where it lays on Edamura's back, grazing higher up to rest between his shoulderblades, fingertips toying with an errant fold of fabric. ]

That the numbers worked out so neatly, and even lined up with what you were thinking. Sometimes when a job's going too smoothly, it just means you've missed something vital. -- I was thinking of backup plans of what to do if something went wrong at the last minute. Who I'd choose, what I'd say if someone else chose you first, or if the numbers were found to be wrong.