[ Laying on his back, like a wounded soldier, one arm lulling to hang off of the side of the bed, Shiro jumping down to paw and pad at it like a toy, his fingers wriggling to keep the cat entertained as Nao fusses over him.

He doesn't flinch when she touches him, but he does rest his hand upon hers, sliding it up higher on his chest, resting it over his heart where the beating is irregular. His hand is cold and clammy, even the blood staining his palm has cooled and congealed by now ( he'll apologize later for touching her with such a dirty hand. ) ]

I'm not stalling ... I just... I can't think of anything...

[ Opening his eyes just a little, to better look at her, the deep dark violets looking paler than they usually would, his cheeky mischievous glint missing from them for now. Shrugging as he tries to smile at her. ]

I dunno, a truth? A secret? ... I'm envious of my older brother, he's better at everything than me... He's a Capitan whereas I'm just a Vice Capitan?

[ He waits a moment, thinking perhaps that's it... Until he feels a bloom blossoming in the back of his throat. ]