[ Hunkering down and snuggling with Suga is surprisingly calming. There's just something about him, in general, that is genuinely soothing, in a way that leaves Itsuki a little disarmed and less anxious. There's absolutely no denying that he'd worked himself up into an anxiety attack over this, but he's not about to dump that on Suga along with all of this. Especially now that they've gotten everything out, ripped off like a bandaid.

It's all a little raw, but. ]

It will be. [ For him, for Suga. He shifts and sets his cheek atop Suga's pale head, taking a heavy breath that he exhales in a small whoosh. ] He's stupid, though. [ A pause, then he amends. ] Your captain. I don't think Mei-san is stupid - though, a lot of our teammates call him a brat, and I can't disagree with that sometimes. But I know he's got a good heart, and that he's trying. He just... doesn't know how to, I don't think. So he just ran away instead.

[ If only he knew his assessment was spot on. ] There are people who want you here, Suga-san. I've just met you and I knew, after this'd dragged on for so long, that I could come to you. That you'd listen to me, even without knowing that... [ He purses his lips, in lieu of gesturing, since he's enveloped in the blanket with Suga now. ] That something like this had happened to you, too.