[Futaba's hair brushing against his bare skin tickles him, making him self-conscious about his state of undress. But this time it's his turn to listen to Futaba, in bated breath for her response.

It's cute that she can't even say it. He's been thinking that a lot, hasn't he? But his smile widens when she admits her feelings for him once more. Leaning to his side, his head rests against hers.]

Wouldn't have asked if I thought you was gonna be trouble, yo. 'Sides, you're worth the trouble.

[Sometimes even the bad intrusive thoughts win out and he can't helo but be self-deprecating at times. But he can at least try for her. Maybe not now, but eventually.

As much as he wants to see her face, he wasn't going it force it. For now, the both of them can just enjoy this.]

Your guy, huh? I like the sound a' that.