He'd been so focused on Rin's picture that he hadn't heard her approach.
The sound of the pack fell away, the look of shock, and then realization turning starry sapphire to stormy indigo.
He'd wanted to tell her himself, had been trying to find the right time to do so, but it seemed a lapse in judgement had done it for him.
Perhaps it was better this way, now he could—
The miko streaked across the camp, her feet barely touching the ground before her hand made contact with his cheek, reiki crackling along his skin as his head whipped to the side.
