The smallest of smiles cracks on his face, and he opens his eyes.
Gently, she reaches out and traces the moon on his forehead. "I should've known you wouldn't do mornings."
He catches her hand, twining his fingers once again through hers. "There are many things I do not do." Bringing their hands to rest against his chest, he grows contemplative. "Some of which have been subject to change."
His gaze slides slowly to hers.
Kagome's heart pounds as understanding dawns on her. "Y-Yeah?"
"Yes." He closes his eyes, pulling her close again. "But mornings are not one of them."
