( As Ginger fumbles forward with his confession and Mika feels its resonation, Mika recognizes better the shape of Ginger's possessive nature. Mika is jealous - and Ginger is too - but possessiveness is this close-fisted sort of loving. And he thinks he understands why Ginger worries he might suffocate in his palm.

He reddens, the way Ginger calls him mine, mumbles all these things about him like he's - lovely; desirable. Ginger sees him as... so much better than he is - wants all these things about him that Mika sees as so small, and unflattering. Shouldn't Ginger know these things apply to himself so much more?

He can't help but grin. )

Okay. ( He's already up against Ginger anyway, but he pulls himself in a little more - almost into his lap - and presses a kiss to his silly, sullen-loving face. ) Do you want to lock me up now then? No more Ahito, until you let me out.

( Joke? Real? He smiles up at him. )

... I'm never gonna be anyone but yours. So if he wants to kiss me, he's out of luck. And I'll remind you a million times over, every hour it's just us again. But... you're cute like this too. I like it.

( So maybe he should forget to remind him? (joke) )