[ Yoru is much too uncomfortable, just as a person, to actually relax under Suguru's touch, but after tensing, he doesn't push the hand off, nodding in response to his question. Yoru tries to relax. (Oh, Suguru is very close. Time to not think about that, time to think more about friends making an effort to be friendly because that's what friends do. Allegedly. Yoru does not make many friends.)

Yoru does not see the point in fantasizing about things that clearly won't happen, but after aiming another cautious look at Suguru, making sure that he's not secretly being teased — and it's hard for him to tell at the worst of times — Yoru allows himself to give the question a serious amount of thought. ]

... I don't know. Something like this?

[ Yoru gestures towards them both, sitting on the floor. He'd say reading, but he's pretty sure that's something that's kind of hard to do with other people. This, what they're doing, is nice. ]

It's not creative, I guess, but like. Being with them... Listening to them talk. You know.

[ Which is kind of ironic, given that Yoru's now done more talking about himself here than he did for the entirety of the last half year combined, probably... But it's the truth. He likes listening to other people talk, mostly because he doesn't have to worry about when or how to interject himself into an actual conversation. He doesn't have big dreams, exactly, but even this situation he is currently in seems impossible. Like if he closes his eyes, he'll open them and be back in his room, alone. Like this is a dream.

(It might be a bit telling that he hasn't thought much further than that. Like he's carefully stepping around the idea of human contact...) ]