[Replaying his words in his head, Atsushi wonders if he's messed up. Maybe he is wrong to think that way after all? And then changing the topic to her hair... That was pretty stupid of him. But before his self hatred can begin its usual cycle, Makoto has leaned in to kiss him. Atsushi closes his eyes to lightly return the kiss. There's a lot that he's still unsure about, but he has learned that kissing Makoto makes him happy. It's as grounding as her hands in his.
He barely pulls back when speaking again, smile becoming shy once more.]
... I can't cure a cold with kisses, you know. [His tone isn't scolding, but instead carries a tone of fondness.]
[Makoto just lingered there, in no hurry to move or pull further away. She leans her forehead against his smiling gently, Atsushi made her happy, and right now he made her feel like she was alright. She did feel anxious or worried anymore, though the thoughts did still linger a little. His reassurement though had done a lot to help silence them a bit, and to put her a bit more at ease.]
They make me feel better. And if not I'd still have you to take care of me.
[It started to dawn on her though she had said that she loved him, and he'd said it back in his own way. Her hands squeezed his lightly as she finally pulled away enough that she could look into his eyes.]
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He barely pulls back when speaking again, smile becoming shy once more.]
... I can't cure a cold with kisses, you know. [His tone isn't scolding, but instead carries a tone of fondness.]
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They make me feel better. And if not I'd still have you to take care of me.
[It started to dawn on her though she had said that she loved him, and he'd said it back in his own way. Her hands squeezed his lightly as she finally pulled away enough that she could look into his eyes.]
You make everything better.