It's drizzly when he walks her home, the heaviness from earlier trailing on their heels as they make their way through the dark, but it's at least warm, even if the miko is silent beside him.
"Do you get tired of being alone?"
Or was.
He slants a look at her, taking in the way the light rain has beaded on her hair, and for a second debates not answering. But her eyes slide to his, and the genuine care behind the blue chips at his willfulness.
"Yes."
Simple, honest. Nothing else needed.
Her hand slides into his. "Me too."