[ Oh, look at him. Oogh, he feels like he's ungrateful. He has someone so adorable and loving and perfect, how could he even considering wanting more? He wants to say nevermind, but instead he wraps his arms around Mizuki to lift him enough to crawl back into the bed-couch with him, dipping to kiss his face all over. To get comfortable with him, nuzzle in against his sweet face.

Ungrateful. Undeserving. ]

I'm sorry I woke you. I can wait until later if you desire more sleep. But I made a promise to you, and I intend to keep it, so we must speak in the future.