"That's not helping, that's manhandling," Haruto grumbles under his breath, which is better than the week before as far as Nitoh's ego might be concerned.

"Are you--" of course he was. He winces against the light, lifting the back of one of his hands to his forehead so he doesn't completely ruin any gain of night vision, and when the sound and light show ends, he's still like that.

"Aren't you a cat?" he asks, "like, a lion?" Accuracy was important! There's a smile playing at his face, though. "You could just finish pouring my coffee. I might just hang out on the couch for a while, see if the power comes back on." Thankfully, of course, the weather here is just warm enough that hanging around in his coat will cover things.