He wakes up with a rasping gasp and immediately sits up and starts coughing.
What... the fuck?
—you know, you calling something a date is a hack you should use whenever you want me to do something for you. The moment you say that word I stand at attention like a puppy being offered a treat, it's kind of ridiculous.
It does have to be something you'll be along for, though, I don't think I'll be very puppylike if you call me doing my homework on my own a date.
It does, doesn't it? So that works great for both of us, or for at least one of us.
I am not going to nefariously call things dates to get you to hang out with me if I don't want to hang out with you.
Iiiiiiii should not have the reaction I have every time you say stuff like that. Maybe it'll happen less once it's been longer than two days.
You liking spending time with me! —wait, that was a bit too pathetic, he might need to redo that—
That'd be like at least a hundred times worse than no dates at all. He-e-e-e is coming off pa-the-ti-cal-ly and might want to re-e-e-e-do this.
Well, I'm not. You are a cool superhero and you're fun to talk to and you are very good at kissing.
...oh. Okay. He is. Not going to redo this, actually. That was very, very good. Oh. Even if he is a bit pathetic right now. Time to turn this around.
I was feeling very threatened and slightly—I should not continue that thought while having a Kyūbey-mediated conversation.