There it was, the poutiest sandwich that could exist. Kai gave the very slightest shake of his head-- it was more like a wiggle, because he didn't actually want to dislodge Shinji's hands at all.

"I want to anyway," he murmured. That pouty pout was shifting to something more earnest as he lifted his own hands, carefully sliding them up over the other boy's wrists. "'M not done yet."