[ feeling renji's reiatsu in such close proximity both comforted and distressed keigo. he was upset, but feeling his presence was never truly unwelcome... he couldn't tell him to leave, not now.

the question was met with a very heavy pause. he didn't know how to respond. part of him wanted to be childish and stay under that blanket forever. but feeling the blanket tugged against him made keigo lift his head a little and look out from under it. his eyes weren't puffy, but maybe a little glossy, like he'd perhaps cried in mild frustration. he furrowed his brows, fidgeting with something underneath the blanket. ]

What d'ya want...