Haruka's smile widens. It's strange how sometimes the smallest things can change so much. Just that tiny shift as Michiru leans more against her makes the world go from feeling like something is wrong or missing to feeling entirely right once more.

It's not that she can't be away from Michiru. Really. Mostly. But nothing feels quite the same as it does when the other is right next to her like this.

There's an airy amused chuckle. "Come on, it can't be that bad." Haruka reaches out to take the cup from Michiru's hands like it's the most normal thing in the world. She's a little more wary than she outwardly would seem to anyone passing by them - after all, you never know when food or drinks may have some strange aftereffect in this place. But Michiru seems just like she always does despite having had some, so it's probably fine.

Haruka takes a big chug from the drink, in a 'what's the worst that could happen' kind of way.. But then promptly starts coughing in regret at the horrible taste a moment later. Like an idiot.

".. Or maybe it can be. Sheesh."