Oh. [Natsume frowns a little, reaching out and resting his hand on Junpei's ankle. He can see the red marks from the straps of the high heels, and he absently rubs his thumb over them, trying to soothe them.] I wouldn't want to make it harder.

...it'd be nice if. There was some way I wouldn't. Some way I could make it easier. [He huffs out a wry laugh, scooting a little closer so he can rest his chin on Junpei's knee instead, looking up at him.] That's probably just wishful thinking, but I can't help it.