[It's true, that's something he can't rightly decide. He never decided to come here to begin with, but at least he can promise he won't be..literally abandoning Daichi here where he stands under these circumstances. That his confession isn't enough to chase him off.

From that point, his finger curls naturally against Daichi's hand and he steps in closer, his arm stretching and bending across the length of his rival's shoulders, drawing him in for a hug.]

What the hell is that? Telling me I have time and then saying every minute counts. You're rushing me no matter how you look at it.

[It's hard, trying to ignore his natural instincts to be contrary for no reason at all.]