Malleus has something else to say, but it suddenly seems unimportant. Lilia's hands feel nice, and they are close... He likes when they're close. If they could be as close as they were when Malleus was small, he would be very pleased indeed. But wasn't it he who wanted to stop bringing up when he was small? It certainly isn't appropriate, not given the... reaction he's had.

His face feels slightly warm as this thoughts slip back to that. Lilia had offered to help, but what did that mean? Malleus could spend hours spiraling, trying to figure it out. Instead, he tries to ignore it, though he does lift his hands to press them over the tops of Lilia's, as if to keep him there.

"You seem... happy." With his silly little computer games, and his club. Malleus does not mind Lilia branching out, and knows he ought to do it too, but it's hard. And he does get... jealous. A little.