A soft moan as a shiver runs up his spine. Nanami's touch is light in Haibara's hair, not directing anything at all. He lets Haibara do as he wants. He always does, it feels like. He's not sorry for it at all, certainly not with Haibara on his knees before him like this. He shifts just enough to feel steadier on his feet.

"God," Nanami swears.