With the touch to her back, Kyoko stiffens, but doesn't manage to draw away immediately as another cloud of white and yellow feels the need to wrack her body. Squinting through faintly wet eyes at the mess she's made, she can't help think--ah, she really is disgusting, isn't she?

Whatever pangs she might have felt for Kaito up until now, Kyoko's never even entertained the thought of telling Shinji about them. In fact, she's been firm from the start that keeping it to herself is the only morally-sound option. Her feelings might be wrong, but they can't hurt anyone else if she doesn't let them out, so she never would--the easiest, most obvious decision there could ever be.

She'd never particularly worried if keeping such an important thing from a dear friend was a betrayal in itself, contrary to her honest nature. She'd never felt even a little conflicted about it, not until today.

Arms curling around her middle, she shakes her head feverishly. "This kind of thing--it's not that bad." Why is her skin tingling? "Don't say sorry."