It's the little moments that capture my attention. It's the little things I remember. I▓ve been alone for so long, that seeing him again is like a breath of fresh air. I wonder if maybe we can▓t get past our animosity. Rosenkreuz was a hard, cruel place. I wouldn▓t wish it on my worst enemy.

I hear that now he needs someone, now that he▓s Persia of Kritiker. I always knew that he▓d take over that organization. I think perhaps he▓ll do well. Crawford tells me that now I▓ve returned, I▓m to make myself available to him.

I doubt he▓ll take me up on it, but I can always give him the option to turn me down, regardless. ┘

It▓s the little moments that capture my attention. It▓s the little things I remember. I▓ve been with him for so long, that it▓s hard to remember a time when I wasn▓t supplying him with coffee when Kritiker is working him in twenty and thirty hour shifts. I wonder sometimes, if Crawford foresaw what would become of us. Together, we are the greatest team Kritiker has ever seen, greater even than the legendary Weiss.

It▓s hard to remember a time when I was lonely, and angry at the world, lost to my family. I see him now, and I remember laughter and smiles and frozen drinks in the rain. Slowly, the bad memories are being replaced with memories I wouldn▓t trade for all the money in the world. I think sometimes that I▓ve fallen in love with him.

I wonder sometimes, if maybe he doesn▓t love me too.

It▓s the little moments that give it away, that reveal his emotions. He was never very good at hiding them to begin with. It▓s the freesia on my pillow when I▓m tired. It▓s the smile in the morning when I▓m frustrated. It▓s the little things he does that let me into his secret world, the world of Mamoru, of Persia, of Omi.

It▓s those moments when our eyes catch across the room, and for a moment we▓re breathing together, seeing together, the lines are blurred and I forget that I am not him, that he is not me.

It▓s the little moments when our lips meet and eyes are closed, and there is no one in the world but us. It▓s the little things that keep him happy, like patterns in the rain and harmonies in the clouds.

It▓s the moments I realize I will lay my life down for him, that I will spend it with him, that I will die without him.

It▓s the little things like the passing years and the grey in his hair.

It is everything.