He stiffens as she does, guessing that even though they're not talking about it, this is giving her a few glancing echoes just as it's doing for him. He stares down at the top of her blonde head as her soft hands rest against the black denim sheathing his thin legs.

"Misa..."

Yours, and no one else's.

He doesn't know if this is the time for what she seems to be implying. He's still having quite a lot of difficulty just sifting through this quagmire.