Michiru's fingers curl around Haruka's wrist slowly— not to pull her hand away, but to keep it where it is, pressed close to her cheek.

"Oh?" Her other hand moves to settle against Haruka's side, and she hums, quiet and thoughtful. "Then you don't have to."

It's as simple as that, isn't it? Because, right now, she doesn't want to let go, either.

After a moment, she continues, "I might even prefer it if you didn't."