It's okay. I mean, she wasn't— I don't think she did it on purpose, I was— [ Overwhelmed more than anything, but he's got too many thoughts racing through his head, details and doubts that are piling on top of each other, and he has to take a second to take a deep breath. Had it been unfair? He couldn't really tell. Over-empathizing, over-understanding... ]

She wasn't thinking. If I'd asked her to stop, she would have, I think. And I'm sure she'd tell me she was sorry if I brought it up, she's... a good person. It was just unfamiliar.

[ He knows he probably shouldn't be excusing anything either way; his own reaction of not speaking up or Usagi's assumptions that cuddling up with him was perfectly acceptable.

And he stops himself from it when he hears her say she wasn't okay with it. He looks up at the feed again, his forehead creasing. Of course he'd want her to be okay with it, but not because he told her to be. He just hated the thought of something he'd done genuinely upsetting her. He sighs, rubbing his forehead, before letting his hands drop back down to his sides. ]

Of course it's okay if you don't like it, Anna. I'm— I'm sorry. I was so worried about hurting her feelings or making her feel bad that I didn't stop to think about how it might actually upset you. I don't want you to pretend it's alright if it actually bothers you. I want you to be honest with me, too.