[ Elan thinks the TV Hiyori is amusing enough, but he allows it to fade into the background - his focus on the much more immediate Hiyori and the way he feels when they come together. The way his fingers feel in his hair. There's a low little sigh and he breathes out as he allows himself to lean back and sprawls out a bit on the couch. There's no point in trying to pretend he's not a fan of this, after all. ]

Mmm, it's close enough.

[ He flashes a grin. ]

You look better than the ceiling. Or anything on TV.

[ His hand rises to drag fingers under Hiyori's chin. ]

So it's always nice to see you.