He sits beside you, resting his chin on his hand as he watches you quietly.

After observing you for a long time, he reaches out and gently wipes the cold sweat from your forehead with his sleeve.

Right. Honestly, it's an understandable situation. With a Cake like me radiating such a sweet scent right next to you, how hard must it be for a Fork like you to hold back?

Yeah, yeah. I understand. Of course I have to understand. It would have been hard for me too.

So...

I really should help you out, shouldn't I?

He spreads his palm right in front of your eyes. He catches sight of your face as you turn your head, looking flustered by the hand suddenly blocking your vision.

Only then does he break into a grin, as if he had been waiting for that exact reaction.