[ When she lets go, it feels like a wake-up call for his consciousness. The melody of laughter and joyous music, the festive tree that envelopes the centre of the hall with its fresh scent - it all falls back into place with a quick snap, making their conversation seem only more surreal. What an odd scenario to be having in such public space, where anybody could overhear what they both kept deep inside their chests.

And there is still one more thing he hasn't told her despite having so many opportunities along the way. He should have known better than to let his secret evolve into actual feeling of guilt that it now was, almost managing to push the truth past his lips at Tear's advice. ]

Some things will never feel quite right, but that's the least I can do.

[ He knew there was nothing selfish about ensuring the right atmosphere, a step that evidently cost them a lot today. Because of that, he can't bring himself to add any more weight to the melodist's shoulders, settling for a lighter response than he initially planned, preceded by a soft exhale. ]

You know, there's a time and place for everything, but I don't think we're supposed to give those plants this much attention... let's move on.