Michiru can't bring herself to look away— not when Haruka is being so serious, and so straightforward.

"We don't have to go back." Her hand shifts, folds against Haruka's side instead of gripping at her shirt. She doesn't need the assurance that she won't pull away, now, does she?

Michiru hesitates, just for a moment, before continuing, "I don't want to, either."

It's fine to admit that, since Haruka said it first; she's only meeting her halfway.