❰ the weight of another person — well, half of him, anyway — can be felt underneath him, so yakumo makes an awkward attempt to scuttle backwards. it's only partially successful: his vision is still swimming slightly, and one of his elbows falls into the crevasse between the large pillows. ❱ Sorry, sorry. ❰ he continues to try and remove himself, but it's remaining futile as the traction is working against him. ❱

I'm more comfortable...thank you for all the effort. ❰ it really is quite admirable. he'll have to find some way to repay the kindness, especially as he's a stranger, and yakumo is owed no obligation. he takes a moment to lean back into the softness, both as a means of resetting his posture and assessing himself. the slight spinning is still present in his head, but the matter of his essence remains. the longer he's still, the more his thighs and stomach burn. ❱ It's a better place to wait out my essence calming down than a countertop.