[Hifumi nods. That hand is so warm. Comforting. He instinctively pulls both their hands toward him, turning onto his back and settling them all on his chest.]

Yeah. [A pause.] I don't know where to start with that. [He laughs, hollow and faint.] How do I explain it? It's like... I became a host because I couldn't do anything else? You can't just go out in the world and expect women to not be there... So. I did the opposite, I guess? I went to them. Sort of.