"It's okay. Maybe I should start keeping some in my nightstand," Setsuna mutters. Not like that would help him when he's in Teddy's room. It would be a big difference once they lived together, though.

He lifts his hand and takes in a deep breath. "I just love you, and it's habit and I hate the idea of hurting you, even if you say it won't." And he's rambling because he's flustered.