[The silence is comfortable. It always is, with Katsuki, and that's strange but also really, really nice. Shouto is content to let them both sit in the silence, his face pressed to Katsuki's pulse, until he starts talking again, and then he listens.]

Sounds like she was really worried about you. How old were you?

[It's probably not the answer Katsuki was expecting. But Shouto has a different perspective than most people. A different view of parents. At least he's easily distracted when Katsuki follows it up with a dismissal of his suggestion, and he stretches his legs a little, tangling them just a little closer.]

Didn't ask you to go easy on me. Asked if you wanted to. Do you?

[His lips brush the other boy's skin, breath warm against his ear as he burrows closer, voice a low, sleepy rumble. He can be stubborn. He wants an answer, and that's that.]