[He's glad Midorima's hands are fine. He's not sure what he constitutes as fine or not, but he'd hate to be a reason something went wrong. Maybe that still ties in with his words from earlier... He still can't stop thinking about it. So is that supposed to make him a better person? He's not sure. He still feels terrible.
Buttoning up his shirt, he turns to pick up his water and slips more under the blankets on the bed, sitting up still as he sips from it.]
Thank you. [After a long sip, where he lowers the glass and continues to watch him.]
If I promise to control myself, will you sleep in the bed again?
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[He's glad Midorima's hands are fine. He's not sure what he constitutes as fine or not, but he'd hate to be a reason something went wrong. Maybe that still ties in with his words from earlier... He still can't stop thinking about it. So is that supposed to make him a better person? He's not sure. He still feels terrible.
Buttoning up his shirt, he turns to pick up his water and slips more under the blankets on the bed, sitting up still as he sips from it.]
Thank you. [After a long sip, where he lowers the glass and continues to watch him.]
If I promise to control myself, will you sleep in the bed again?