Yosuke didn't know the tune or the game, but he understood taking comfort in remembering a mother's gentle touch. Maybe he'd been reading the signals wrong. Maybe she didn't want to cuddle. Maybe she'd just seen a sick man on his own and felt motherly toward him. In that case, it definitely wouldn't do to ask if he could kiss her.

So he licked his lips again, and tried to come up with a way to test her without being too obvious. Given that he wasn't thinking clearly, it was more difficult than usual to be clever and subtle. Honestly, subtle had never been his thing in the first place. But he hummed appreciatively at the gesture, and cupped her face with one slightly clammy hand.