( Had he ever seen Ginger so happy, without trace of doubt, so seemingly untroubled by who he was? This choice was right - this, Mika believes. How could something that lights Ginger with such a sunset glow emerge from a path mislaid? And, for once, Mika feels neither responsible nor guilty - critical of his own faltering steps, unsure of how to handle this relationship with someone so new, and yet, startlingly dear.

It's not like he'd been smiling brightly or a lot, but his cheeks already hurt - softening the way Ginger noses him, holds him, Mika's own fingers curling against Ginger's cheek.

Of course, he does feel the need - and though he's gotten kind of used to it by now (based on how often Ginger volunteers for feedings), for once his mind does sort of wander, thinking - maybe Ginger would be a little less guarded about this sort of thing with him now? But he still has a lot to learn; he underestimates it less. He barely knew kissing could feel nice, and among these gestures, he still - wants to learn more about them, for as long as Ginger was willing. )

... Okay.

( Warm-cheeked, a smile still on his lips, nearly matching Ginger's own. He doesn't need to think about his answer; of course he'd stay, would want to stay, even if Ginger hadn't offered.

But if there is mention of safety - the warmth in his face fades as concern ripples through his expression again. )

Wait, but - you need a healer, first. Your back - can it get infected? Will you bleed out?

( Ginger's not human, but what if...?? He takes Ginger's face in both hands with care, looking him in his twilight eyes. )

Are you sure it's okay? It's not sore? Is there anything I should know?