[ He reaches out and bonks her head, and through the initial shock he manages his own sad smile. ]

That's the dumbest thing you've ever said. [ Dumber than let's play tag, dumber than her stalker tendencies, dumber than them trying to make soup. Yata's hand drops and moves to curl around one of hers. For once, he's not embarrassed by it, doesn't even think of it. ]

I'm really happy you're my friend, alright? This is dumb. We're dumb, talking about all this sad shit when we could be paying more attention to finishing your list and on making so many good memories that not even a different universe could make us forget 'em.