[ He won't pretend that it doesn't feel nice, those fingers in his hair, so he relaxes a little more and sinks just a centimeter more into the couch. It's a personal belief of his that comfort is contagious; if you make it known to someone that you enjoy their company, they'll feel a littler safer in yours.

(even Yukito Orikasa, previously insurmountable, lazes around Momo like a cat now; Momo considers that one of his greatest triumphs.) ]

Nah. Don't be sorry— just imagine that I'm a big pumpkin. You're just talking to yourself.

[ A little chime of a laugh, and he reaches up to pat Maya on the head. Reciprocation is key. ]

Do you regret anything?