[Normally he manages to keep his distance and remain reserved enough that people don't even try to touch him. If anything, they usually avoid spending much time with him (with a few exceptions, but those don't count as normal to begin with), so when Wriothesley ruffles fingers in his hair, he can't deny that it feels exceptionally good. Too good, really, and if he had less control Nanami might already be giving in to the urge to pull the boxer into his arms and hold him there. He knows how well Wriothesley can hold his own, and part of him wants to feel the flexing of muscle beneath him. But another part just wants to make sure Wriothesley can keep smiling like he does.
The story is delivered so casually Nanami almost isn't ready for it. He feels his hand tighten into a fist, frown forming on his face unconsciously.]
You should stay here.
[He distantly realizes the statement makes no sense, but he can't seem to shake off the feeling behind it.]
...For the night. You won't have to worry about anything while you're here.
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The story is delivered so casually Nanami almost isn't ready for it. He feels his hand tighten into a fist, frown forming on his face unconsciously.]
You should stay here.
[He distantly realizes the statement makes no sense, but he can't seem to shake off the feeling behind it.]
...For the night. You won't have to worry about anything while you're here.