[ He has never seen Naegi so mad before. The only time when he's seen his face go red was when he was embarrassed. It alarms him a bit, but his parents taught him better.

Sort of.

He'll let his hand down from his own face and lets the phone down on the floor. With a deep breath, he spreads his hands open wide and gently slaps both of Naegi's cheeks. Now Naegi's head is sandwiched between his hands. ]

I'm fine, Makoto. Calm down. It's not your fault. It actually doesn't hurt anymore. I'm tougher than you give me credit for, okay? But thanks... I always appreciate what you do for me.