Ishigaki thought he had crossed the imaginary line his anxiety created, the few minutes passing stretching out wide in his own world, but then his phone buzzes. He regains his composure at the message on his screen, lips turning up into a smile.

Oh. It was that easy? Ishigaki thinks back to their last messages. He thought that then, too. You would think with how blunt, simple, and too-the-point Midousuji is, he would know if Midousuji actually thought his presence was bothersome, but... Their last meet up went well enough, and the time before that too. Ishigaki stares at the message as he realizes he's just a very, very dense man, and he has Midousuji to thank for helping him notice that.

"I should put more faith in our... Friendship?" Ishigaki thinks, "Yeah. That's what this is now."

That thought has the smile on his face grow brighter, and he rereads the text. He notes the nickname given to him, and a quick breath shoots out of his nose before he laughs quietly to himself.

Yes lol. I'm inviting you to a ride.

Although he's thinking with a clearer head than beforehand, and he he's been let known that Midousuji didn't mind the two hour ride here, he does, however, take note of the effort put into visiting him.

I can come to Kyoto this time if you want.