[ Good thing Hiyori knows better, leaving a happy hum to follow after he's done expressing how he'd really want to hold Hiyori. Whatever has spun on their axis for this to happen, he's going to thank whoever made it possible. ]

Says you ♪ I'm already putting 'em to good use, I tried tellin' you before! But it looks to me like I can use 'em for your "usefulness scale."

[ Whatever the heck that means! But having these muscles is useful for carrying Hiyori off to bed; what other person would, to begin with?

Even with them dancing around, speaking in euphemisms rather from outrightly saying what they want to say, he thinks he's following. ... not as if he'd be willing to say outloud loud just what he wants. They must be on the same page, wanting the same thing, but it's a big step. (Unlikely, he's realised right this second, it could hit him later.)

He glances up, his gaze drawn to Hiyori's open arms, waiting for him. It's a strange shift, from staunchly refusing his hugs to now craving them, though Jun's yet to fully understand why. The beckoning hardly bothers him, only envoking memories of their week spent together. Without a word, he steps forward, being enveloped in Hiyori's embrace, resting his head against him, and allowing a smile to spread across his face. ]

.. you're warm, Ohii-san. It's really like bein' basked in sunlight.

[ He murmurs softly, his hands caressing Hiyori's back, pulling him into a tighter embrace. ]