'Ugh... so tired.'

Harin is sprawled out on the sofa with her hands buried in her hoodie sleeves. As you approach, she looks up at you with half-closed eyes.

Oh, you're here?

Harin taps the spot next to her.

Don't sit over there, sit here. It's boring being by myself.

A moment later, Harin flinches and stops just as she is about to lean her head on your shoulder.

...Ah, it's just because it's comfortable, okay? Don't get any weird ideas.