[ mitsutada's appearance really, really doesn't match that of his personality, yasusada decides after a hazy moment. his instinctive reaction to a firm hand on his shoulder is admittedly to smack it away, and it's with some considerable effort that he keeps himself from doing just that, tensing up just the slighest under mitsutada's touch (because, you know, there's a lot of things a serious sword kouhai like yasusada won't forgive himself for, and giving his senpai a new welt to the face when they're not even sparring is at the top of the list). anyway, it's kind of weird to have full-blown concern directed at him that isn't kashuu's brand of hard love and kanesada's embarrassing attempts at pulling rank, so he needs to pause for a second to figure out how to respond to that.

ultimately, it's the fact that mitsutada is his senpai and the firm note in his tone of voice that causes yasusada to relent. and though there's a protest on the tip of his tongue -- leaving the dojo in this state is disrespectful to the dojo -- he decides that better than protesting, he might as well get the food break over with as quickly as possible so that he can come back and clean everything up himself so that mitsutada doesn't need to bother. therefore, he nods, stiffly, and makes to set his training sword down. ]

There's no need to trouble yourself. I can come back later. [ he stifles a small sigh, so as not to be disrespectful to his senpai, and, slowly, he wills his boiling blood to subside.

after a beat, he offers a small smile. ] ... I'm steady enough to walk by myself now, Mitsutada-san.

[ not that he doesn't appreciate the gesture of the hand on his shoulder, but... ]