[When he smiles, it's a weak, pathetic one, but he's a weak, pathetic person even if he's managed to convince many otherwise.]
Not busy at all.
[He slides his hand from Ayumu's, stepping back - if only so he can go around the bed to the other side, flopping on top and scooting right up next to Ayumu without having to climb over his legs. That's still the worry, after all, and he'll do what he can to avoid aggravating them further.
As he leans up against Ayumu's shoulder, the words tumble out softly along with a sigh:]
2/2
Not busy at all.
[He slides his hand from Ayumu's, stepping back - if only so he can go around the bed to the other side, flopping on top and scooting right up next to Ayumu without having to climb over his legs. That's still the worry, after all, and he'll do what he can to avoid aggravating them further.
As he leans up against Ayumu's shoulder, the words tumble out softly along with a sigh:]
...I'm sorry, Ayumu.
[For all of this.]