[ he feels so bad at this. he can only try and recall the first time they met, and how easy it was to get Nagisa to truly smile. soon after, he couldn't help but feel his cheeks burn whenever Nagisa would follow him around everywhere he went or openly declare his admiration and desire for emulation. the memory draws him closer as he recalls the embrace, body moving only an inchor so in, but enough to basically nestle. ]

Something like that is meaningless unless you feel good, too.

[ Haru looks over to him ........................... luckily they're not on eye level. ]

You don't have to say it if you want to keep it inside. [ his hand drops from Nagisa's head and rests lazily behind his back, burrowed beneath the pillow now. it's nice and cold beneath there. ] Only when I'm with you, I don't think ever think about bad things. They don't ever come to mind.

[ sort of like water. ]