After the rest of the evening, Toshi knows better than to refuse or argue with Souji on the matter - as frustrating as it is, he'd probably wind up flat on his face two steps in. And arguing just draws out the whole discussion and makes his eventual concession all the more embarrassing. Better to accept with grace and keep this as short as possible. He takes Souji's shoulder - steady and solid, despite their difference in size - and leverages himself up, pausing to wait for the momentary light-headedness to pass once he's upright.

The living room gets a raised eyebrow from him when they enter - he can't remember the last time he actually saw the surface of that end table. "Get bored?"