"Show me. Do it now, like you did then."
On the one hand, it was certainly natural to ask the extent of the offense.
On the other hand, asking to be shown directly rather than told… Was strange, to say the least.
Cero stood up silently, and started walking to Roka's bed after a moment of hesitation.
He only stopped once his shins were against the edge of the bed, looming over her.
Roka stared at him silently. Daringly.
He felt like he was being judged heavily. He certainly deserved it, so he intended to do as he was told.
In the first place, Roka was asking for it now, and it would be messed up not to touch her now that she was asking, as opposed to when she was asleep.
It was so long ago that Cero felt like he was an entirely different person back then, the complete metamorphosis of his physical body set aside.
He would've liked to say, at least to himself, that he did not remember that night, that moment.
