[Kouta presses his lips together at that, dragging the blanket with him as he slides down onto the floor to sit down next to Micchy.]
Handle what?
[The rest of Micchy's words make him frown, seeming a bit distant for a moment. That sounds suspicious, but... he's not sure Micchy will want to talk about it.]
no subject
Handle what?
[The rest of Micchy's words make him frown, seeming a bit distant for a moment. That sounds suspicious, but... he's not sure Micchy will want to talk about it.]
Aah... .... well. Thank you.