[Her mention of being from early January filters back into his punch-addled mind, and he realizes he's looking at a Sumire who hasn't actually confessed to him yet. He blinks once, twice, and then stands straight. He doesn't step away from her, but he realizes he's looming over her and making her anxious, and also he knows why when she hasn't done that yet, in her own timeline.]
[What a headache.]
[Shrugging one shoulder, he reaches up and sets his hand on her head.] I like hanging out with you too, Sumire. [When he actually gets around to telling her he knows she likes him, that statement might carry a bit more weight, but for now, he lets her skirt the topic.]
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[What a headache.]
[Shrugging one shoulder, he reaches up and sets his hand on her head.] I like hanging out with you too, Sumire. [When he actually gets around to telling her he knows she likes him, that statement might carry a bit more weight, but for now, he lets her skirt the topic.]