[Oh no, Trish is upset - Mukuro's paws come up, open and harmless, blue pads obvious against the grey.]

N-no - I mean - yes, it - it's because of that, but it's not - uhh.

[Trish!! She's sorry! They'd been soft at each other, but it wasn't that bad, right...?? It's not like the stories she'd heard of crazy, super embarrassing stuff people did when they got really drunk at parties. They're okay. They'll recover. And it's not like anyone else saw. And even if they had, who would ever dare to make fun of them for real?]

I'm - a little worried, yeah. And I just - I know it's hard to - ask. But it's not a big deal.

[The saving grace of the shy teen. Not a big deal. They don't have to make a thing of it. Mukuro's certainly not the type to run around telling everyone Trish's every move, and she's done way dumber stuff than her anyway.]

It's just - you know. I've been a werewolf for a while, and - we're friends. I want to - I want to make sure you're okay.

[Such as the above. She is painfully earnest, murmuring like that.]