Nanami swallows, hard. Those words, the use of his name, it's so much. His hand tightens around Haibara's thigh, and he feels a zing straight to his groin. Even as Haibara talks about not holding back, that's his instinct. To swallow back, to pace himself, to make sure they don't get distracted so much Haibara misses something so basic as dinner.

The bowl is on the table. Haibara's stopped eating. Nanami closes his eyes and sighs. Yet his hands run along Haibara's thighs. One slides under the shirt and across Haibara's stomach. Nanami admits, "I always want to have you close, to feel the heat of your body, your skin beneath my hands..."

He kisses Haibara because Yu's lips are right there because he wants to because he's had too long of not being able to because they're both alive miraculously. He reaches up to unbutton the shirt, another silly barrier between them. Those words, god, it's hard to resist Haibara at the best of times.