"We were slightly distracted," Shingo says, curling in against you closer and sighing, unable to help himself from leaning into your hands in his hair. This, just touching like this--he can't remember the last time it happened, and it's so nice...

"We might want to relocate, though," he says reluctantly. "Just in case, especially if it really was so mysterious." The absolute last thing he wants to do is let you release him and put clothes on, but he dislikes the idea of going through another round of uncertainty like that more.