...Right... ((He muttered, though he sounded uncertain, it wasn't with Haru. Absolutely he believed his fried, but it was himself he felt uncertain of. How embarrassing.... but if Haru wouldn't talk of it, if it had nothing to do with himself, then Makoto couldn't pry it out of him if he tried. After frowning for a while, he eventually settles back into the spot with a sigh, letting his thoughts drift around like the current pulling ships and creatures across the ocean. his eyes closed as his cheek turned slightly, his nose and lips a little closer to Haru's head. At the very least, he was glad it wasn't him.

Time passed, Makoto's food that hadn't been touched went cold, and Makoto opened his eyes, not sure if he'd fallen asleep or if the time had simply passed quickly while resting with Haru like this. But it was a buzz on his phone that stirred him from his comfortable spot with Haru, having to twist uncomfortable so he could get to the phone and check the message.

Mom Haru could likely see the text as it opens up, which after he's read it, he laughs: )) "Nii-san come home" doesn't sound like a very mom thing to write. ((He snaps his phone closed and looks at Haru. A message from the twins on their mother's cellphone.)) Do you mind if we head back? I didn't really warn anyone I'd be out late.