[Relief starts to settle in once Haru's calming voice pierces through Makoto's panic and embarrassment. After a while, he's able to bring his voice down to a less squeaky and more even tone.]

I --

[He huffs a little and smiles.]

Thank you, Haru. Sorry for making you have to do this...

[Makoto licks his lips, balances the phone between his cheek and his shoulder, and gets more comfortable on his bed.]

...but I want to -- I think we should give it another go?