[ Wouldn't be the first. Probably won't be the last, either. Chronically unable to back down, Lighter is drawn to the sensation of that glare. Enough to peel his eyes back open to meet it, the pinch of his brow somewhat... soft, despite himself. Cats can sure be scary. ]

If I had to say... [ Inhale, exhale. He finally dredges himself up, giving the back of his neck a rub. ] Actually, I'm not sure. But I know what I don't deserve.

[ His legs shift beneath the covers, edging towards the opposite edge of the bed to hopefully swing himself out of it without incident. ]

And that's to be in bed with someone who didn't sign up for it.

[ chivalrous? anxiety? ]