[ He lets out a startled sound, but quickly, it's followed by a low laugh. Gentaro takes it upon himself to pull Hifumi close and maneuver them into a more comfortable, sensible way to lay. Gently, he brushes a bit of hair from his eyes.

Gentaro doesn't realize it, but that quiet fondness softens his gaze. He hums in consideration. ]

Hmm. I suppose I can indulge you, since you've asked so nicely. Please get comfortable, and I shall tell you a story.