You're not helping, his eyes practically pleaded as he only just realised that Ichinose was fixing her sleeve, which meant he sat on it. Or he did something else.

He pressed his palms together and shook his head when Ichinose kept teasing him.

After a moment of very carefully not looking at her, he cleared his throat, still glowing warm. "Nah, I'll take the sofa. It's not uncomfortable for me because it's familiar. I like the sofa. The sofa and I go way back."

And with exaggerated delicacy, he patted the armrest like it was a dear friend who had just bailed him out of jail.

He smiled sheepishly, a little lopsided and sheepdog-tired now that the mortification was beginning to fade. "Really, don’t worry. You take the bed. I’ll be fine here."

He hesitated, then added with an almost inaudible mumble, "...And thank you. For being nice about it. Even if I sounded like a total creep."