[Sakamoto is unprepared for what her response. She doesn't brush him off or deny him, she doesn't force him out of her home with anger and recompense, but instead...

He too feels a similar ache. The frightening notion that things have moved way too quickly. Perhaps it was the way she's saved him from every single terrible predicament in this place, the way she puts his heart at ease with her soothing way of "speaking" and gentle manner.]

Celty-san?

Could it be that... What you're searchin' for...

Is someone who will love you?

[His heart beats vivaciously again, perhaps he's asking too many questions. This is dangerous because he can't commit, love is a terrible nuisance that gets in the way of productivity...

He might run from it.

And yet he still takes her hand, holding it gingerly.]

There's so much to love. About you.

[He should shut up, but he can't hold his tongue.]