Slowly, the sounds of the festival are quieting, fading to the mixing of their breaths. It's nostalgic to lay here together like this. How they used to sleep together as one big family...

Only, the context is different now. But that comfort is still there, intertwined with a new feeling that makes his toes curl. He doesn't have anything to say--whatever comes out of his mouth will be superfluous for this moment.

He waits a minute or so before speaking up. "... Kido?"