"Oh," she said, turning pink with embarrassment.

The arm around her felt nice and so did the physical closeness. She began to relax a bit more. She still wasn't completely comfortable with this social life thing. Even before she'd gotten sick, Miyume hadn't been much of a social life. For as long as she could remember, people had always been more into her than she'd been with them.

Miyume leaned into his side, resting her head against his shoulder, wondering what he had been talking about and why he thought it'd be inappropriate.