[ they don't push him away or inch back this time; they stay exactly where they are, sipping from their glass and raising an amused eyebrow at him. ]

No? I just meant it was an option for cheering you up. Do you think I'm keeping secrets from you, Majima-kun?

[ They are. Including one that they think would piss him off considerably. But that's exactly why they're secrets - they don't want to interrupt this, whatever this is, this tension. He's not just someone they could make some use of in this competition anymore; he's someone they like having around, who makes them laugh, and that they'd rather not disappoint. Someone who, for some ungodly reason, they keep thinking about. Maybe they were hoping they'd see him tonight. Hadn't they been a little happy, when they walked in the door and spotted him sitting there?

Or maybe that's just the alcohol settling in without dinner. ]

I know - I could hold your hand again. Would that make you feel better? You held on for a pretty long time before...