[Placing Uesama on his lap to free up a hand, he reaches out to take one of Hiyori's, giving it a gentle squeeze. She's right of course. There's no point in getting worked up even if his dad is here. They'll just have to take things as they come, together.]

Yeah. No matter what happens, I'll protect you from him. I won't let him lay another finger on you.

[And sure as hell no more lips!!

Tucking the plush under one arm, he finally finds his feet, adjusting his grip on her hand so they're properly holding one another again. His smile finally reaches his eyes as he gazes at her, thumb rubbing lightly over her knuckles.]

Still up for more games? It's okay if you've had enough though.