[Now he does move, lifting one hand up to cup her cheek with a gentle smile. No, he's not going to laugh or anything along those lines, even if it was adorable. It was adorable and sweet and the first time anyone had ever sung a song that was directed at him. Inori's songs hadn't been for him; he knew that much. They'd been for Shu, and though he'd accepted that fact, a part of him had always wondered what it would feel like to be the one someone was singing to.
[Action]
Now he knows.]
... I want you to sing my songs.