Akihiko outright snorted; the idea itself was ludicrous. “Since when have I ever told you to leave, Shinji? You were always the one that…” he trailed off with a light sigh. “Never mind.”

Progress. They were making improvements on their friendship, step by step. Living together had certainly helped; relearning about each other, and even getting into little disagreements here and there. It was the quiet moments that counted the most, talking as they were cuddling and sharing energy. Bringing up past transgressions would be counterproductive.

“Well, if you wanna have a sleepover, go get whatever you need and come back,” he suggested matter-of-factly while scooting over to the far side of the bed. “There’s enough room for the both of us.”