"...a boy with a mask," confirms Tōkan, looking at the two beat-up teenagers.
Ahahahahah part of the family, okay, right, uhhh... "—Harutsugu-san, I am not—I am here as a guest and I would not behave inappropriately."
Inori's bed is a single, though, so the both of them are rather squeezed together.
He doesn't seem to notice.
"You said you wouldn't do anything inappropriate."
"Yeah." He doesn't actually know what exactly that entails, though, he just said it so his parents would stop worrying so much.
"Why else would I want it?" he asks, sounding bewildered. "If I can get that disgusting little voice in my head to shut up everything works just fine."
"So. You're gonna fix it," he says, echoing his words from the other time. "You said so, right? I get to go to your place when I'm in heat, you fuck me, we're good."
"That's not what I..." He shakes his head. "Yeah." If that's what Inori wants, then... God, he's got it down bad if it feels like such a meagre compromise but it's still better than nothing.
...this literally is exactly what Subaru feels, isn't it. He's going to try not to fall into the same trap of hoping enough sex will convince Inori, but...
...he was so sure Inori was into him. So sure. And now he isn't, anymore, because he's gotten to know Inori better and the tells a normal person would give are all suspect, and now his own instincts are suspect because he's started to hope.
Fuck. Fuck.