Cat Benatar. I'm not going to change her name just because I don't like it.

[He might if he adopted her, but given that isn't a possibility, he'll simply have to accept that his favorite cat is ridiculous.]

They're all named something like that. It'd be stupid to get too worked up over it.

[That feels nice. It's kind of nice how they're both staring down at the cat in order to stop themselves from acting like idiots, beaming about something so simple as holding hands.

But it feels good, and he desperately doesn't want it to stop. And it doesn't, not even when the waitress comes to take their order; Toshinori keeps a tight grip on his hand, refusing to let go as he charms the waitress effortlessly. Soon she's giggling as she turns and heads off, fetching some tea and some kind of snack.]

. . . have you ever done this?

[It's somewhat of a self-conscious question, but not as much of one as one might think.]