[ was he expecting swooning? A rose laid at his feet? Even the momentary pull and tug of Bak's hands on Komui as he searched for the nearest flat surface, the nearest solid thing under hands and lips and...
But of course Komui wouldn't.
This was hardly the time or the place for that. ] That really isn't necessary, is it?
[ he sheds a sweatdrop. This was a hallucination brought on by too much coffee, nothing more. He'll swear off it for a week! ]