Satoru feels like there's no point in arguing with this, Suguru clearly doesn't want to consider any argument. So she just drops her arms back into her lap, watching Suguru curl up in bed. She seems to be serious about sleep, at least as a performative thing, and Satoru isn't going to fight her about it.
Shifting onto her side, on top of the blankets, Satoru nestles up behind her, arm draped over Suguru's waist and face nuzzled into Suguru's hair. Maybe she'll get cold, but she doesn't think Suguru would tolerate her getting under the blankets, and doesn't want to risk getting thrown out.
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Shifting onto her side, on top of the blankets, Satoru nestles up behind her, arm draped over Suguru's waist and face nuzzled into Suguru's hair. Maybe she'll get cold, but she doesn't think Suguru would tolerate her getting under the blankets, and doesn't want to risk getting thrown out.