[ It's almost like she seems to retreat with the way she moves up and then to sit there, all curled up - it's a complete contrast from the way she was pressed so tightly against him a moment ago (something he definitely is trying to not think too much about at the moment, since the last thing he needs during a serious talk is for an awkward boner to keep up), almost like she's distancing herself, almost disappearing.

And Mamoru won't have that. Especially since he can get people despite his obliviousness, and it's why he knows that she seems somewhat hurt. Maybe she misinterpreted his need to talk a little more first - especially with the way she's talking about distrusting her, as if he'd ever do that to begin with, so all he has to do is reassure her.

He slowly gets up from the floor and moves over to the bed instead, sitting down right next to her - so close that their sides are pressed against each other, maintaining the contact between them. ]

I don't distrust you. [ Let's get that out of the way first, he figures, and he still smiles a little as he glances to the side, towards her. ] Even though we found you like that, it's not like I distrusted you. Even though I still don't know why it happened, you're not a bad person.

[ Of course she's not. She's always been energetic and cheerful to a point where it's almost like you're being bulldozered by her. But Mamoru likes it, and it's why he's never thought badly of her. ]

I just kept asking you why you did it since.. I wanted to help you. You've always been important to me, so I didn't want it all to have to end up like that when there could've been a way for me to help you if I just knew what happened. [ But even then - the entire time she had stubbornly refused to even talk about it in the slightest. ]