Yohji shifted awkwardly as he waited for Omi's inevitably disgusted response, flicking the cap of the lighter open and shut over and over, counting each one to keep his mind off it. Should he just offer to leave now and save Omi the hassle of dealing with him?

He looked up sharply when Omi responded, eyes widening in an expression of pure shock when it wasn't the disgust that he'd expected. He sounded... sorry? He opened his mouth to say something, closed it again and then finally managed to speak. "Thanks."