She last five minutes. Maybe a little longer, or a little shorter, since her entire ability to tell time has gone out the window with the conflicting emotions Satoru brings up in her, and she hasn't bothered to look at a clock.

Five minutes, though. That's what she's telling herself.

And then she breaks. A little. Satoru doesn't seem to be going to anywhere, clinging to her back, and if Suguru is going to sleep, she wants to be comfortable.

"If you're going to stay, at least get under the blankets. And take off your bra, you don't need to sleep in it, and I don't want to jab your underwire with my elbow if I move around."

Satoru is, of course, free to leave, but somehow Suguru doesn't think she's going to do that.