[ Wah ... the coffee ... As usual, Rom permits the manhandling without protest, other than gripping his coffee cup a little more firmly to prevent it from sloshing. It'd be a waste to spill any of it.

And while he can tell this matter has hardly been resolved ... that's fine. He knows these things take time. They can talk about it more later, if need be. So long as Edamura's able to feel more grounded in the moment, that's enough.

He settles for giving a low laugh before leaning in, his delivery a familiar, annoying sing-song: ]

Reaaaaally, Makoto-san? I don't know ... I can only imagine what kind of brutal revenge you took on the poor man, given how uncontrollable your violent tendencies are.

[ Haha. As if. ]