The squeeze before the show isn't unusual. Well, it is now, but it hadn't been unusual a decade ago. And it would be so easy to let everything return to that same state, back where they had been before Haibara's death. She gave in too quickly to Satoru, or rather, Satoru took the bedtime demands as her giving in, and that's going to have to be addressed.

But she refuses to think about that on stage, when she has to be performing. The energy is different, and it's fun without the sharp bite, even if the sheer amount of flirting that goes on is enough to make her faintly flustered. There are times when Suguru thinks she almost has Contact figured out, although it doesn't seem quite there yet. The changing lyrics do annoy her, but she manages to keep up with them, follow the changes well enough.

The energy of the show gets to her, and Suguru feels in her element again. Shows are exhausting for her, even if she loves them, and she can't wait to get back to her dressing room. But she does stop Satoru in the hallway, in those few moments they have, pushing her up against the wall this time. She's not angry or as annoyed as she was in previous nights, but she still gives Satoru an unimpressed look.

"If you want improv, tell me beforehand," she says, flicking her finger against Satoru's side. "And if you keep looking at me like that, the gossip rags are going to start printing shit."