[ Hinata...!? Hinata that's gay, but what's even gayer is that... were this anyone else, Saihara might get so flustered he'd jump from surprise, drop the box and then scramble away in a panic. But there's that memory at the back of his head, real or not, that makes this comforting instead -- it's familiar... it feels like home. His shoulders still stiffen in place, but it's only for a moment; he doesn't have a free hand to use for comfort right now though, so the most he can manage is tilting his head, to rest it lightly against Hinata's.

Just for a second okay? It's fine -- until the cat starts to struggle again and reminds him. ]

Ah... sorry!

[ He hurries to readjust the box between them again, making sure to put the side with the breathing holes as far away from their arms and their clothes as he can. Incidentally, it also faces the bathroom door and the rest of the hallway, so I guess kitty can see. With the way things are... ]

I suppose... it normally isn't the best, but we might not have a better choice right now. I don't know what happened to make it this agitated. Cats don't... usually do this, right?

[ It's Hinata, so he can share what he's thinking without fear or reluctance. It's just, he finds the situation a little strange, that's all. Normally, a cat's first impulse would be to just run than to do... all of this. Wouldn't it? ]