[Of course he's not feeling well, he's infected by the most debilitating disease of all: infatuation. It was insidious, painful, and as far as he'd researched there wasn't a simple cure. How irritating.]

Why are you so attached to the idea, now? [he's grumbling, mentally pouring over more reasons to say no. Maybe if he had just said nothing, the whole thing would have gone by, just an idle comment. Serves him right for digging his heels in.]

I'm not going to force you onto the couch in your own home. [Never mind that "force" wasn't involved, he was practically having to force Toshinori to stay in it.] I'm used to sleeping in various places, so it's not worth trading if you end up sore, even for a night. [Ah, before this he was much better at just saying "no" and leaving it at that. Why did he find a need to justify it so many times? Just because it was the last night?] And I'm not ready for Recovery Girl's glare if she finds out I let you do that. [A perfectly rational list of reasons!]

If you insist on making me sleep in a bed, we'd be sharing. [There it is, the gay chicken ultimatum.]