( Oh?? The towel - surprises him, the cold and unfeeling part of him wanting to say it doesn't matter; he's already healed. The part of him that's still Mika... feels how the warmth seeps in, and accepts the sensation of Ginger's magic; accepts this thing - Ginger went out of his way to do for him, to think of him.

His expression softens, after a moment, and his voice sounds like someone who isn't - sure how to take kindness, but wants to care for it, as if like cupping a small and injured bird in his hands. )

... Thank you.

( He can't be sure if it'll make him feel better or not until they try it - can anything? But even so, it makes it feel easier to... exist, he thinks. Ginger makes things feel easy.

Would it be better or worse if he told Ginger he's come to think of him more? )

... More or less.

( He answers in response to both ideas - that they mostly only interact with each other and that they lose things that tie them to humanity - not familiar with this being a universal vampire trope. He only has his own, limited experience to go off of - with himself and others. )

... I've lost a lot of things, but... my feelings for Yuu-chan never faded. And, as long as I was around him... I felt a little more alive, I guess. I could feel things, notice things - more than before... But.

( A beat - and for once he focuses on on the warmth of the towel, instead of the cool night air. )

... He can't be my anchor. I think... he moved on from me. I'm a dead thing, after all.

( 🚨🚨🚨unreliable narrator alert🚨🚨🚨 )