[ A rake of Keigo's fingers over his chest and Renji was already feeling a shiver shoot up his spine, his fingertips trailing warmth that ended far too abruptly. Renji really was a weak man, weaker still for almost grabbing Keigo and yanking him back when he pushed that slight distance away from him. He made his hands still for a moment, silent as he saw in Keigo's face the willful restraint, before his arms closed tighter around Keigo. Taking control and relinquishing it, all at once. ]

Yeah, I'm sure.

[ No wavering or hesitation. Renji might not look like the sort of man who gave things much thought, the crease on his brow spoke more of grumpiness than deep contemplation, but he had turned this over in his head all day, and for many days before that. And in the end what he knew for sure was this: it wasn't the pheromones that made him want to hold Keigo like this. They just... helped things along, tinder to a flame but not the spark that set it alight. So there wasn't any point in resisting the things that encouraged him to pursue what he already wanted. ]

If you're not gonna come out, you oughta have someone to keep you company.

[ Even if the craving for moonlacing was only mentioned obliquely, Renji heard enough about it to know how hard it must be for Keigo to stay cooped up in his apartment. And, well. ]

'Sides... [ The first hint of something faltering crept up, not in an unsure or doubtful way but the same kind of stalling that made Renji's eyes dart away when he told Keigo his new hairpiece looked better than okay. ] It ain't like... this is all that bad.