Kisumi sees all of Haru's patience for him evaporate and then completely reload within seconds, just watching his eyes narrow and close and his head curl towards him.

"You know, he said something downstairs," Kisumi mumbles quietly, and pauses in case Haru needs to tell him to shut up, but he doesn't. "I think he thinks… or thought… or sees… that it's us and not you and him that… set Rin off," it's a hard thing to word correctly, at least for Kisumi. Even though he knows Haru doesn't give a damn as long as he can understand it.

"Oh…" Haru slowly opens his eyes, looking down onto Kisumi's chest, and with an utterly defeated laugh, throws an arm around him and curls in more. "I wonder what gave him that idea?"

"Right?! It's not even like he can keep his hands off you either! You're just too fucking cute."

Haru sighs, unable to deal with the joking for long, but he's not mad at Kisumi. "Tell him I'm not mad at him, either way. You're clingy and Rin's an idiot. It's not your fault."

"And it's not yours, either," Kisumi hugs him, his mood shifting along with Haru's. "Do you want me to make you dinner?"

"I'll do it," Haru dismisses him. "You stick to the coffee, kay? And… can I stay?"

"Not even a question. Of course you're staying. Don't I still owe you for years of crashing at yours, anyway?" they settle with their heads together on the arm of the couch. "You're really not going back?"

"I can't," Haru says simply.

Obviously exhausted, Kisumi ends up leaving Haru to sleep on the couch after dinner, retreating with his laptop to the bedroom so as not to disturb him. As much as he might like to go and scoop him up and strip him down and tuck him in, Haru might just murder him. He'll get in himself if he wants to. He knows he's always welcome to instate Kisumi as his human body-pillow-cum-blanket. It's been a long week, and though Kisumi could do with the cuddle, he's not pushing Haru any further tonight. Poor guy.

He's still totally unconscious when Kisumi goes to use the bathroom and wash up before bed, and though he's been dosing and resting all day, it's just the emotional exhaustion that's got him so worn out.

"Love you, Haru," he kisses his head, secures him a little more in the blanket and even gets him a refill of water before he goes to bed.

It's strangely nostalgic and familiar in the morning when he steps into the bathroom to be met by those big, blue eyes and little nose just poking out above the water in the tub.

"I'm not getting out," Haru says, matter-of-fact, as he just barely lifts his chin out of the water on Kisumi's arrival.

Kisumi pauses, takes a breath, and turns around to the toilet. Old habits die hard.

"I bet you've not left me any hot water for a shower, hmm?"

"Ah… sorry. I forgot yours isn't electric…"

"Never mind," Kisumi shrugs. "Scoot up."

Haru quietly brings his knees up, the water barely making a ripple around him, and Kisumi drops his boxers to climb in at the opposite end.

"At least this bath is bigger than our one from halls, right?" he laughs.

He can just see Haru's eyebrows narrowing over his hunched knees. They haven't done this in years.

Yet Haru is surprised just how normal it feels. There's no tension… there's no peeping… there's not even any (much) touching. And more importantly, he manages to feel almost guilty for the sheer lack of guilt he feels when Kisumi's toes accidentally tickle at his thighs.

"Want me to wash your hair?" he offers, the words easing off his tongue. They taste familiar – are familiar – and he finds himself frowning. "Never mind."

"Not in bath water, anyway, Haru. My hair deserves more than that." He takes Haru's ankles in hand, gently extending his legs out into his lap. "Are you doing alright?"

Haru just shrugs but let's Kisumi rub his feet and legs, twitching as his fingertips tease the sensitive spots on the backs of his knees. He's confused with just how done he is, and how unnatural it feels to so easily separate himself from his attachment to Rin. It feels so stilted, like it's all going to come crashing down at a later date if he can't deal with it properly now. He should be crying, or keeping Kisumi at a firmly platonic distance or just… anything but this strangely happy but mostly confused mind-set he's found himself in.

He feels a kiss on his cheek and subconsciously reaches out of Kisumi as he comes out of his thoughts, just holding his jaw for a moment, still confused.

"I'll be downstairs if you need me, kay? And I'll send Makoto up later," Kisumi kisses him again, on the head this time, and Haru is left sitting in the lukewarm water feeling even more confused.

But Makoto doesn't make an appearance, and Kisumi is more irritated than he thought he would be. He's snappy with Ai all afternoon and just leaves him to it at closing, retreating upstairs with a bang of the door.

"Kisumi!" Haru snaps, hounding him into the bedroom. "What the fuck?!"

"I thought he cared about you more than this!" Kisumi plonks on the bed, hunching over himself. "I don't get it!"

Haru hovers, stepping close in front of him to rub his shoulders. "I bet he's just confused… and maybe he doesn't want to be a bother…"

"Stop being so reasonable. You're supposed to be in tears," Kisumi burrows into Haru, sulking and teasing at the same time, and Haru just throws it all to hell and slips into his lap, straddling with his knees.

"I'm fine. You're fine. Chill out," Kisumi just huffs into the side of Haru's neck. "I'm gonna see Ai out and lock up. Order Chinese or something?"

"Bedroom picnic?"

"Just like old times."