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Yup! You're a huge sucker.

[He says it so effortlessly, she almost misses it at first — I love a girl who — but when it sinks in, it stays. It's nice to hear it so matter-of-factly, like it's just a given. On the heels of a big planned declaration, it makes her feel warm to hear it offhandedly, too.]

I could probably fall asleep right now and you'd still love me, huh.

Trying to get away with going back to sleep, huh?

[ As if he actually has any complaints about taking a lazy, relaxing day. After all, he hadn't planned to do any work, not in any of his possible scenarios he day dreamed about. As far as he was concerned, he only really had planned to spend time with Reimi, regardless as to how much it was. ]

Yeah, I guess I still would, then. Haven't been up long and already ready for a nap. Must be getting old.

[ By how relaxed he is, though? He's perfectly fine with going right back to sleep. ]

But, I'll put those chocolates on the dresser because if they melt in my bed.

[ A mess. ]

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That's not what I said! I don't want to go to sleep, I'm just saying you'd let me get away with it.

[She laughs softly, reaching over to shove at him.]

Let me have one more chocolate and then you can put them away.

[ He lets himself be shoved, because he's pretty relaxed right now. Unusually so, even. ]

I'd let you get away with a lot of things.

[ Said like a guy who maybe should be annoyed by this, but isn't. He knows Reimi could test him if she wanted to. Push his buttons, but he would probably let her get away with anything. His hand doesn't flinch or move, he shifts in a little closer. He rests his forehead against hers. Doing exactly what she had thought he was doing - testing, learning, figuring it out. Finding what was comfortable. ]

Alright, Reimi-chan. One more.

[ And it was. ]

We can stay little longer, though.

Mm, pick the best one, okay?

[She closes her eyes and opens her mouth slightly, sticking her tongue out in obvious expectation. Granted, she assumes what she's getting is going to be a chocolate...but it's a dangerous thing, of course, to close her eyes and leave herself defenseless that way.]

Aaah.

[ He almost, almost reaches over to pluck a chocolate out of the assortment. Give it to her. But, he spent enough time feeling out these few moments. She is so close to him. He pauses, moving that hand to rest loosely on her cheek and to lean in, and place a kiss towards the corner of her mouth.

She had left herself open like that, after all. Eyes closed. Waiting.

He doesn't say a word when he does it. No words of warning. But, it's strangely confident, as he is in most things he does. ]

[It's not as big of a surprise as it could've been otherwise, if only because Rohan gives away what's coming with two subtle tells: he moves his hand to better hold her cheek, and he takes too long to be bringing a candy to her mouth, even taking the possibility of stalling into consideration.

But even sensing the kiss before it happens, it still makes her sigh in quiet pleasure. He goes out of his way to keep it chaste, aiming for the edge of her mouth and not the center, and it reminds her suddenly of the first boy she ever kissed, and how unlike Rohan he'd been.

Rohan would like that, she thinks dreamily. He's always liked being her favorite.]

Rohan...

[She opens her eyes halfway, wanting to look at him, and tilts her chin to turn the kiss into something a bit more properly placed.]

[ It's different, and he knows it. There's no outside influences at work - no fear, no moons impacting either of them. He's just...doing this because he wants to. And even though the pleasant feeling of Chroma is normal here, that's not why, either. He's watching her, eyes half-lidded when he does. He's still holding onto her as if she is glass, and she's asked him not to do that. It's so easy for him to forget.

So, while the movements are still softer than he tends to be with anyone else. While he's still afraid sometimes he'll do something wrong, there's much less hesitation (after all, she's tilting her head towards his) when he places the kiss directly on her lips. The smallest shift was all that it took. His fingers relax. And - there's an unavoidable soft, please sigh that escapes.

And it's so different from anyone else he's been close to, because of how soft it is. Because of how he feels about her. Because of it matters - because she matters to him. And no one else does. And he knows that's why he pauses, why he hesitates, because he cares - loves her. Everyone could vanish if he had her. So he wants to be right. Do right.

He moves, just a little, closing any distance between them. His space is fully hers and easily shared. He seeks out, just a little more, lips parting just slightly - still testing the waters, feeling it out - never daring to overstep. ]

[Staying home today is definitely proving to be the right decision. And she's watching Rohan still to see what he'll do, curious without being wary; he's taking his time, and she knows exactly why he is. But maybe that just means that the ball is in her court now, hers the next step to take because it's apparent that he's feeling her out, too. Letting her set the pace.

So, when he moves closer, she takes that as her cue to rest her hands on his shoulders, fingers stroking lightly against his collarbones through his shirt. It's such a little thing, maybe, but they never touch each other like this. She's willing to bet that maybe Rohan hasn't been touched like this, ever.]

You're warm.

[Again, her thoughts drift — this time to sixteen years' worth of winters, watching the snow fall, cold and lonely and pining for summer again.]

You're so good to me.

[ Her assumptions are right in that he definitely has not had anyone touch him like this before. It's never been soft, gentle. And for him - that's good. He's taking it slow because he's testing boundaries. He's learning what he can about her, in the most normal way - without the use of his Stand. And he's learning about what he's okay with, too. And in this time, he knows that he wouldn't accept this softness from anyone else. It's hers, and hers alone.

And it reassures him that he had made the right choices. That deciding to tell her had been a good way to go, because it's not as if he could suddenly stop himself from having feelings. And he's grateful for the outside nudge because he's sure that this would be a very different day otherwise. She would have gone to work, he would have been wanting her attention (but spending the day drawing), finding excuses to be close - but not too close. ]

Well, yeah.

[ Easily, it could refer to either thing she's said, and he knows it. Because it feels so obvious that he would be good to her. And it's always warmer next to another person, he knows. It's a pleasant, easy warmth. It reminds him of home, those just warm enough summer nights in Morioh - they were perfect, it was another reason why he returned. But he stops himself there, and he doesn't allow his mind to drift there too long because he doesn't want to think of her at home. He only wants to think of her here because he doesn't know how long he'll have this, and he's heard what happens after this place. For all that he dislikes the things that happens to him here, it has given him a lot. It has given him brand new experiences and inspiration. ]

Because I want to be.

[ He knows, considers what he says before he said it. Even if it is how she deserves to be treated, it's not like she is being rewarded by his behavior. It was something he was doing because it was coming from him. Because that was what he had wanted for her. And, she knows him well enough to know that he can't be made to do things that he doesn't want to do anyway.

While he considers so many things he says and does - he also offers something that he hadn't considered: ]

I meant it, you know?

[ That they could stay in a bit longer, that they could linger here. Just... quiet and without anyone else. ]

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