[Momo is a fucking idiot, but he's a cute fucking idiot. It's fine.]

I hope not. I would disappoint many people [As if he hasn't disappointed so many in his life already.] by getting rid of one of their favorite idol pairs.

[Carefully, he lifts the (wow!) empty bowl up and settles it out of the way to the side. He steals, not even stealthily, the blanket back from Momo and brings it up around his shoulders.]

I'm going to try to sleep, and it's going to be right here. I won't move, even if you ask. [It's a fair warning. He won't budge. He's stubborn. Pointedly, he twists and effectively burrows down into the nest of cloth with the blanket.] Are you staying?

[At least Momo isn't plagued by his bare chest any longer.]