[Denji’s eyes have light to them for the first time in a while; his expression is similar, grinning sincerely. he doesn’t think this like—changes anything, because he’s hardly so optimistic these days… but a girl he mutually likes wants to share his bed!! and that fucking rocks. he’s elated.

gently, he taps his finger against her lips, politely urging her to shut the fuck up.]

Hey.

Of course it’s okay. You don’t gotta explain anything. I’ll make sure this bed is comfy as hell and you get real good sleep.