Homura is used to recoil, and for a moment at that twitch, there's a sudden, unusual fear in his mind--does Ramirez somehow know that Homura is unclean? Is this somehow forbidden? Even though the other man accepts the affection a moment later, Homura is still forced to swallow back a lump from his throat. Rejection from others has never made him afraid, and that it has now only multiplies the intensity of the emotion.

But then a different sort of pain comes, emanating from the almost desperate way Ramirez grips his hand. Is he afraid too? It makes too much sense, given the suddenness of everything that's happening. Okita apparently knows them both, but Homura and Ramirez have literally never spoken before this day. Even in the past, Homura hasn't developed such intense feelings so quickly.

So he smiles when the other man offers a retort, taking the words in with ease before looking to Okita. "I've never really played games." At least, not of the brand he's sure Okita is referring to. "The Heavens weren't quite as carefree as those in this place. But it might not hurt to try one." Homura turns to Ramirez after, and shrugs his shoulder. "I'd be just as content to find someplace quiet to talk and enjoy each others' company."