Ichigo's question caught Keigo off-guard further; well, yes, it was love for Keigo for certain, but he hadn't been talking about that, exactly... Just the physical aspect! But he couldn't explain himself quickly enough; Ichigo had went ahead and scooted closer to him, closing the gap between them. And how he touched his face so lovingly... Yet again, Keigo was caught off-guard, but rather than jerk back, he just looked up at Ichigo, fixing him with an expectant gaze. That dusting of scarlet across his skin was ever-persistent, not giving any indication that it was going to fade away any time soon.

Keigo wished it would have, because then he wouldn't have felt nearly as flustered when Ichigo finished his thoughts entirely.

"E-eh?!" Keigo could feel that color flood into his face, across to his ears, and he sputtered in an attempt to formulate a response. How embarrassing! How could Ichigo just come out and say something like that?! But he was stroking his hair, looking at him like that... what was he planning on? Such thoughts ran around Keigo's mind until he finally got enough of a grip on himself to speak in fully formed sentences. He closed his eyes and breathed, willed himself to calm down, then fixed Ichigo with another look.

"...Is that r-really what you think?" he asked. Just in case Ichigo got the idea to run off, Keigo reached forward and coiled his fingers around Ichigo's free hand. "D-do you really think I'm th-that..." attractive? Beautiful? Keigo couldn't decide on what word to use, so he left the question unfinished.