[He's having the same thought about the bedroom at the same time. The couch is big enough, but it's not as comfortably so as a bed would be, and it's harder to work around things like undressing with the back of it in the way.
(Oh my god. Undressing. Is that really going to happen? It is, right? This entire thing consists of a sequence of events that still feels endless and completely crazy in his head if he thinks about them. He's committed to the end state of this evening: in a little while, he will become a person who once slept with a guy. He's—"okay" with that is a too-casual way of putting it. But it's happening. He's contributing. He's decided.
But between here and there are a thousand other points to get through, and every one of them still feels alien to him.)
In the brief pause where he's catching his breath and setting Togami's glasses aside, and looking at what his face looks like without them (beautiful, for the record, more than a dude really should be), the porn noises feel very, very obvious. It's that that finally jerks Leon out of his little haze. He glances at the TV, then back at Togami's face, lips still close; he has to swallow hard before he can manage words.]
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(Oh my god. Undressing. Is that really going to happen? It is, right? This entire thing consists of a sequence of events that still feels endless and completely crazy in his head if he thinks about them. He's committed to the end state of this evening: in a little while, he will become a person who once slept with a guy. He's—"okay" with that is a too-casual way of putting it. But it's happening. He's contributing. He's decided.
But between here and there are a thousand other points to get through, and every one of them still feels alien to him.)
In the brief pause where he's catching his breath and setting Togami's glasses aside, and looking at what his face looks like without them (beautiful, for the record, more than a dude really should be), the porn noises feel very, very obvious. It's that that finally jerks Leon out of his little haze. He glances at the TV, then back at Togami's face, lips still close; he has to swallow hard before he can manage words.]
—Bedroom?
[A word.]