Suddenly Midousuji's frame seemed so much smaller, clueless on what to do with itself. His eyes look up from below at Ishigaki owishly, and Ishigaki found it was oddly... cute, if he were reading this right. His chest felt a little tight.

Ishigaki's eyebrow's pinch together with a tilt of his head when Midousuji speaks, unblinking and patient. He hesitates to laugh, before a confused grin appears on his face and he does anyway- quiet but firm and just enough to shake his shoulders.

"Yes," he says once he realizes that's all Midousuji has to say. "Inside. Anytime you want."

His expression relaxes for a moment, head still tilted. Although Ishigaki would say he's… almost… gotten used to wide range of emotions Midousuji has to offer, this time he's left genuinely baffled by his sudden lack of articulation, silence in place of where Midousuji would normally be so quick-witted. Ishigaki couldn't have predicted there were feelings too big or too foreign for even someone like him.

Ishigaki turns and steps away, feeling overwhelmed by something himself.

"It makes sense, doesn't it?" Ishigaki continues as he steps into the hallway, trying to keep the conversation casual as he sorts through the bathroom closet, but he's not sure which one of them he's convincing. Midousuji's visit weren't often enough to warrant worrying about coming home on time every evening, and his landlord only allowed one spare key per unit, but…

"Winter is right around the corner. I don't want you waiting longer than you have to."

Ishigaki returns with two towels, and he places one on Midousuji's head, palm flat, while the other lies damp across his own shoulder- hair already ruffled and pat dried.

"Especially if you never tell me you're coming over beforehand."