Minsu's head drops, the wide line of his shoulders softening with relief. Sage reassured him in the best possible way, less about minsu doing anything 'right' or 'wrong' and more about enjoying it himself. Doing it their way even if it's not the 'normal' way. They've always been about that life.

He really wants to keep dropping his head, until he places it right in the witch's lap, but once again he summons every ounce of restraint in his body to keep from chasing Sage away with Too Much. Minsu lifts his head again, peeking at Sage through the fringe of his bangs when he says that he wouldn't refuse another. Picnic or 'date', he'd be happy with either.

"We could do it again. Every month if you wanted to. It could be our...'thing'."

Ohgodsohgods he could have a 'thing' with Seiji. He wonders if the witch can actually hear his heart pounding in his chest.