“Don’t be sorry, idiot.” Kei turned the camera back around to face himself, letting Tobio see exactly how not-mad Kei was. “I like them. A lot, even. Thank you.” “Wish I was there with you,” Tobio mumbled, settling back down in bed.

“No you don’t,” Kei said fondly, “since then you wouldn’t be playing in Rome. But thank you for the sentiment. I wish I was with you too.” Tobio hummed. “I love you,” he said after a yawn. “Love you too.” “Happy birthday, Kei.” “Thank you, Tobio. I’ll talk to you later.”