I stare kinda blankly at Naoto as he starts rambling. I'm not even entirely sure I'm following what he's saying, 'cause it doesn't seem to make much sense, even if I translate it twice down from Naoto-speak into normal-speak then down again into Kanji-speak. Sorta seems like he's saying that he feels drunk but he's never been drunk, but then I wonder how he knows how it feels if he's never had a drink, and then I'm trying to figure out what he's expecting me to forgive him for because I'm a little distracted as he moves closer, and with me crouched down like this and him standing up, he's almost a head taller'n me and I have this fleeting thought that he probably likes that, but then he's standing right between where my knees are cocked out and he's leaning down and

Oh.

Oh!

I almost pull away just out of confusion and being startled but the much smarter part of me holds me still and knows that if I pull away first, Naoto might not ever come near me again.

And damn it, no matter what, that's the absolute last thing I want.

So I stay very very still, and I clutch at my own knees so I don't grab him because I don't want him to think I'm forcin' him to do nothin' he don't want, and... and my lips part, just a little bit. So... So I can taste him better.