[he catches his breath for a moment before returning the pressure, light and mild. he can count the number of times he's kissed anyone on one hand, but it's just a friendly kiss, so it's not like he has to worry about it. still, it's warm, and soft, and Ritsuka, who he cares about, so he's a little less than comfortable when he draws back again, rubbing the back of his neck]
[ah, belatedly looking up, but the little robot is already skittering away again happily, so he laughs]