That actually gets Midousuji—but he doesn’t let himself laugh. He sharply glances away, stifling the laugh against his fingertips in that obnoxious faux-laugh he usually pulls. But this time it’s real, however brief. Midousuji shifts, getting comfortable with his long legs, and he has a long sip of his tea. Because he’s got nothing to retort with; a rare feat.

It’s…nice. Which Midousuji finds so unsettling. Almost as unsettling as how comfortable he feels. Sure, it took over four years to get here, and Midousuji’s walls aren’t exactly razed to rubble on the ground.

The warmth finally sinking in his bones as well as Midousuji’s extremely physically taxing day causes his head to bob a little, Midousuji’s eyes squinting closed. Which, though Midousuji isn’t thinking about it, hasn’t happened around someone who isn’t his family before. Midousuji’s like a cat, that way.

He suddenly snaps awake, snapping his head up too quick, like a toddler catching themselves. Midousuji’s just going to pretend that didn’t just happen.

“…What time is it?”