[ Momo hums under his breath, marinating on those words. Instead of waiting for Maya to make the first move, Momo takes the liberty of flopping onto his side; maybe Maya will follow suit, he thinks.

He looks up at her through the shutter of his bangs. After a beat, he finally acquiesces and smooths his expression into a smile. ]

—The fact that you can think that way is really amazing. You're super super cool, Maya.

[ Spoken without shame or hesitation. What's wrong with telling the truth? ]

You didn't want to forget, did you?