"...Do what?"

Buckets to the face and honestly-kinda-comfy dresses were nothing compared to how much of an ass he made himself out to be in front of Naoto. But Kanji'd slowly begun to realize the world didn't shatter and the whole town wasn't talking about it like his stupid paranoia tricked him into thinking. It helped a little that he was still on speaking terms with the detective and his senpai in kind after all of it, and here he was... singing a song he'd heard once or twice before without control with the guy.

And he wasn't running off. That was something.