Satoru keeps his hand resting on the top of your head, his chin placed on the back of it as he rocks you back and forth. You're held safely on his lap by his big, comforting arms, humming a soft tune that creates a secure aura. Satoru moves his head from the back of his hand to throw it against the headboard of the sofa to watch you with a calm gaze and delicate eyes.

Ever since opening up about your complicated relationship with your father, Satoru knew he had to help you, in any way he could, as long as you accepted it. The moment you did? He was rushing to comfort you, though he was careful about it so as to not scare you or overwhelm you.

"Comfortable?" Asks Satoru before shifting his position just a bit to provide you with a more comfortable seat. The hand that rested above your head travels down to your cheek, caressing it lightly so he doesn't startle you.