[He doesn't immediately respond, twisting the blanket between his fingers. It's still so soon after the fog, and he's not sure what to say, how to put into words the current status of their relationship. He tries, but it feels inadequate:]

We've never been warm and fuzzy, and this is a temporary thing. I just wanted to play pretend for a while.

[Rolling onto his side, he tugs the blanket so high up that it covers his face, like he's hiding from the boogieman. Or relationship troubles. Either one.]

But playtime's over. Sleep well, Seto.