With the same tenderness and care as the attempt to comfort him on the bench, somewhat unpracticed but at least well-intentioned, Kuon sat up, scooted closer and gently brushed the damp locks of hair out of Takuto's face. Gently cupping his cheeks. But not going in for anything, not yet - let him cling to his ring, his heart needed it.

"What do you say? Do you have any rules? I'll follow them without question."