[ That little gesture springs from his mouth a smile that grows and grows. It's tentative at first, while still fresh with the dawning realization of what such a subtle tilt implies. But then it's ages well, settles a little lopsided as it gets comfortable, until there's no doubt he's rather satisfied by this turn of events. He never has reason to find himself feeling smug around Linneus, of course. But had the man been anyone else, he'd surely proudly crow about how eager Linn must be to divest him from what remains of his still-soaked clothes. ]

You've taken off most of my clothes, already. So- [ A noise of consideration.] I suppose returning some to me is only fair~!

[ They can't do this with his hands in the other man's petal-pink hair, so he obediently lets go in order to hold them out for Linn. It places Dazai's scars on display in a way that should leave him self conscious or even shamed, deep down beneath all the facades he puts on. And yet, against all odds and even his own beliefs, there's none of that. Only an inner calm and comfort.

Linn knows him in ways Dazai never expected, and more so than that he accepts him, time and time again. Despite is mood swings and bad behavior or even the signs of something horrific, Linneus cares unequivocally. And he feels that in this simple little show of affection.

It's no wonder he can't stop smiling. ] Your turn, next. [ Back and forth, to and fro. Always as equals. ]

Unless you'd prefer we risk a scandal and have you sleep with me practically in the buff?

[ Okay, so he absolutely had to resort to teasing. At least it helps keep him from laughing at how absurdly pleasant the once heavy and somber moment now feels. ]