[ Is every touch going to mean something else between them now? There's no instinct to pull away when Inigo settles that hand, but the thought is there, was before- did he ever miss a cue? A hint? In all those times that Inigo wanted to be intimate before, even though it was just being close to each other?

But, it's hard to believe. That's just Inigo, who he is. And this is just...something that was on his mind. Right? He thinks about Yuki regularly, but they're still just guys. Who doesn't think about that if they're interested? More so, in the turn of his gaze from the hand to Inigo's face, there's a sheepish look, embarrassed. ]

Don't be! It's cool! I'm uh... flattered you thought about me? I never thought about it! But-- [ But--?! But what?! He shuffles on the spot, remembers the hand that Inigo put on his shoulder; forces himself to reach out, squeeze Inigo on both of his. ]

This doesn't change anything between us to me! Okay? We're still cool! So don't worry about it! I don't want you thinking you did anything wrong!