{Are you sure? I though I was just a squishy see-throw moeblob! Meanwhile, Nanao's hand is hovering just centimetres away from his chest, still.}

I know... We're all a lot harder to kill than people think. And I guess that here, powers don't come into the equation.

{Her expression's fallen - a memory of a less-pleasant time, perhaps. And, oh, screw it, she thinks, and presses her hand flat to his chest.}