Jiro's response to Kei's joking comment made Kei's heart squeeze slightly in his chest. He hadn't meant for the god to respond. He couldn't hide that he rather liked the praise, though, as his eyes shone slightly in response. Thankfully, the subject changed, and Kei allowed his thoughts to refocus on the present. "Marginally, huh... shame. I kind of like hugs. Holding hands is alright, but it's definitely a little more..." Kei trailed off, as if the nature of their situation was slowly beginning to dawn on him.
He was going to be living with this man... god. Whatever. They were going to live together, and Kei had to hold his hand and touch him and... well, it sounded worse when he laid it out like that in his head. It sounded much worse, like he was some kind of captive. That, or it sounded like they were some sort of couple, and Kei had never really thought about anything like love before, despite the constant chatter about girls and their great bodies or personalities or lack thereof. It never appealed to Kei much at all. It felt mean, mostly, to talk about such things, and thus relationships had always seemed a little shallow... but this didn't feel shallow. It didn't quite feel like a 'relationship' either. But he still couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this than Jiro was telling him.
The more he thought about it, the more he wasn't sure he liked this after all. But it was too late to turn back now, so he bit his tongue and offered Jiro an insincere smile. It was the best he could do in that very moment. "Sure, I'd love to see, if you have the strength to walk around," Kei offered, his voice only a little bit tense. It would just take some getting used to. Jiro was kind, and had been kind all of Kei's life. Kei would even go so far as to say he loved Jiro very much, like any child would love their imaginary friend.
Except Jiro wasn't so imaginary anymore.