[He's not sure what's more embarrassing-- the fact that sound came out of him from just a touch or Yamamoto having heard his failed attempt to cover it up. Either way, his face is left a hot, bright red and, for the most part, he's glad for lack of light in the closet.]

Eh! Ah! N-No! I-I'm alright. Y-You didn't scare me.

[Quite the opposite. He sheepishly laughs, trying to push aside the little voice inside that wants the other to reach over and touch him again. Taking a deep breath in (which probably isn't going to help), he brings his hands together on his lap, fidgeting slightly as he listens to Yamamoto.]

I guess so...

[It seems too easy, but the more he thinks about it, the less skeptical he sounds. How hard could it be not touching for seven straight minutes?]

Yeah! It's worth trying. It's the only way out without breaking the closet door.

[And if they really are in his house, explaining how they busted a closet door to his mom probably won't go well. So, sitting and waiting it is! Rather, sitting and quietly fidgeting.]

H-How many minutes do we have left now?

[He could easily see for himself, but feels the need to ask anyway as he idly traces patterns on the back of his hand.]