“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.”

Tobio mumbled something into his pillow and Kei watched him fall asleep before ending the call and looking around. He had twenty minutes before he had to leave, and twelve dozen bouquets to figure out what to do with. ~fin~