It says a lot that Manabu hardly expected anything more than just sitting and listening to Ryunosuke enjoy his book. Granted, Manabu's never been on a date, never fantasized about himself on one, barely paid attention to anyone on one for that matter (hand-holding couples clog up public walkways and he has places to be!!).

But it's nice. He's happy to have been able to find something that means a lot to Ryunosuke - that was the whole goal before his mouth blurted out date-spaghetti! So this alone means...he did good, right?

Manabu sits quietly with his head propped up in one hand, watching with a faint smile, his heart light and content with this, perking up here and there when Ryunosuke himself gets a bit more dynamic, leaning over when directed to look at something, but overall just letting himself try and sink into contentment instead of staying wired on excitement.

He would've dozed off like that had Ryunosuke not reached over and put his hand atop his idle hand. It snaps him out of the daze and makes him straighten up a bit, head lifting away from his other hand as he blinks owlishly down at it, shooting a few glances between hands and Ryunosuke's face as his own flushes hot. After that initial jolt, he slowly eases back into his slumped posture and head back in his hand, the other one moving only to twist and take Ryunosuke's hand in turn.

It's fine, right? It's--well, he started it, so...!