All that talk and thinking had put a fervent strain on his mind. He swayed a little, catching the back of the sofa as he planted his other hand on the sofa cushion before he ended up unceremoniously dropping onto it face first or on Ichinose's lap, god forbid. His gaze fell on the kanzashi poking out from the drawstring bag.

"Um- uhhh would you like me to get anything? Water, tea or-?"

He looked half a second away from dropping onto the couch either way.