Don't take it off. I promise we'll punch the dress back.

[He shifts a little, moving off of his knees and getting his legs around so that he's sitting on the floor instead, which is a sacrifice of the ability to lean in and nuzzle against Kakyoin's hip, but which lets him recline back against the couch and open up space in his lap in exchange.]

C'mon. Come sit with me.

[More like sit on him, frankly, but the implication is there.]

It's not gonna work if you're tensed up. Especially since it isn't Iris right now.