Makoto nodded and slowly moved away; going to the couch sounded like a good idea in his opinion. He wondered if Teppei found their relationship bothersome, it wasn’t like the ones in movies where your friends and relatives were the only objectors; but there were internal objections as well. The relationship came with a lot of painful and shameful history, but he couldn’t apologise for any of it. It would be pathetic of him to now turn around and say sorry. But wasn’t it the same if they were already involved? Didn’t that just spit in their faces? Makoto wasn’t sure, but he thought about it a lot.
As he moved away, Teppei took notice of the silence that was drawing between them. Not liking it, silence bread ill thoughts, he reached down and grabbed Makoto’s ass in a little grope. “You’re too quiet,” he laughed a bit. He didn’t know what the other was thinking, but his guess was as good as any and with the unhappy subject that had been brought up between two of them -- well. His guess could be assumed as being a good one. Grabbing his hand, instead of his ass, he tugged along. “Couch.”
