[He's going to shift just enough to close the precious little book, holding it between his fingers before he tucks it under one arm. When he's grabbed by the wrist, he's just going to move the arm to wrap an arm around him, despite how he seems to be getting scolded for not recognising the ...

Thing.

Aoba's working on.]

I didn't pay attention to anything that wasn't in your room.

[At least he'll be truthful about his crime of breaking and entering. See, he really does care.]

It... just looks like a blanket attached to a coffee table.

[He may have japanese roots in his family due to his Grandmother, but his family lives in Germany. They may use chopsticks and speak the language, but things like having a kotatsu and sleeping in futons was definitely not something he was familiar with.]