[ He balls the tissue in his hand once he's finished wiping the two of them down. After tossing it into a trash bin beside the bed, Nishikiyama straightens his back to keep himself planked over Mine on the sheets. It feels intimate that way. Mine isn't avoiding his eyes either. ]

You want me still? Knowing we're similar then?

[ He asks— ]

I don't trust anyone anymore, but I want you. You could show me your other self more too. I didn't mind it.