[There's something about his hand being held there against Gentaro's cheek that stills Hifumi, makes him forget to blink or breathe. His suddenly open eyes stare at the place where their hands meet, and he wonders if...

If.

If they get to know each other better, what will come of it? Will this sudden gentle pull that feels like it's coming from inside his soul intensify? Will he make a friend, the first one in ages, the first one who doesn't have him as mostly just an obligation? Could they... have coffee? Drinks? Quiet time staring into each other's eyes?

He flashes a smile.]

I dunno that there's much to get to know! There's... normal me, who's probably too depressing to want to be around. Power me, just making things work, helping people. And then there's host me, who's just going to try to sweep you off your feet, if you keep looking at me like that.