"Wah- ow!" Ishigaki flinches, his face harassed once again. Midousuji's reactions still don't quite make sense to him, yet, but he doesn't feel as if what he said deserves that. He hardly said anything. And it's not like he was poking fun at his face this time... Though, as his hand consoles his cheek, he does come to realize Midousuji's recent tormenting didn't feel as intimidating as it used to be. So, if it's not to bully him, is it Ishigaki's sincerity that's overwhelming...?

It doesn't matter, he tells himself, if he's met with flustered screeching or honesty, because what he does know is that the two of them wouldn't be here, now, if Midousuji didn't allow it.

"Well," Ishigaki began, "you have to let me make up for all the lost time, at the very least."

The two of them let some silence lapse between them, for a long enough moment that when Midousuji speaks up again, it catches him off-guard.

"Hanamatsu...?" Ishigaki repeats slowly, the stretch of stillness causing him to reconnect the dots to their conversating. Ishigaki turns to him, eyes over-bright at Midousuji's quiet way of sharing his honest feelings. "Oh- yeah! Hanamatsu! We could meet up there. Yeah."