As time passes, Togusa settles into a deeper sleep, his body finally winning the fight for rest, sinking into relaxation into the couch. Was it enough that somebody did the work, even if it wasn't Togusa? Perhaps that was one answer.

When Shuji finishes his theory, the book flips itself closed, as if it was just brushed closed by the rush of air from the heater turning on. Togusa lets out a gentle snore shortly after.

Boof. Daisuke's ears are perked up, and he looks between Shuji and the table.