[Souji returns the embrace without hesitation, pressing his face against the side of Kashuu's neck, which is why his surprised little exhale is mostly muffled against the skin there. He hadn't quite registered that he'd never heard Kashuu address him by name before until the shock of hearing him do so makes him actually think about it. Somehow, it feels like a gift, a token that they've overcome something, and he finds himself wondering how many times Kashuu has said it at all since Haru gave him a physical form.

Gently nuzzling Kashuu's neck to assure him that his reaction doesn't mean that anything is wrong, that he's happy - and trusting that Kashuu will ubderstand at least a part of what he means - he reflects that maybe it doesn't matter what they feel for each other. If there really is more like a scale of different kinds of love, rather than rigidly fixed absolutes, then all kinds of love have to be equal, in a way. So if they keep acting like they want and doing what they want, then they can't really do anything wrong, can they? And maybe eventually they can stop being embarrassed by things and especially not have to think too hard about feelings, since none of them enjoy that. It sounds like a great plan to him.

Giggling quietly, he pointedly tries to tip them both sideways so they can lie down next to each other, wrestling with Kashuu if he tries to resist. He may be malnourished and weaker than Kashuu, but he's not above tickling to get his way.]

I'm really pretty lucky. I mean, me and Haru must've been lucky to have such inspired taste when it came to you, when we both like awful sweaters, right?