[ Though her recollection of it made him smile inwardly, his own was a sum of feelings and emotions which made it difficult to express the way he had seen it - which was best left unspoken, perhaps. The fingers of his hand then curled around hers instinctively. ]

... Look around. Aren't you, still?

[ How clumsily he had been trying to involve her in every aspect of his life, simply because she would have somehow always manage to bring in more colours into it. It had all started far back, with a letter that he hadn't even been the sole receiver of, and a small, yellow feather that had along the way become its own communication method.... ]

But maybe, with time, you'll be able to tell me more about things you would... like us to do, together. Or places to visit.

[ With that, he stepped out of the embrace to lead her toward one of the benches, lest they both turn into ice sculptures. ]